a wolf...

her eyes only hold beauty
so you are following
the scent is lavender
honey behind her ears
when you whisper you forget your words
her spell is binding
her mouth a opening of sunshine
 warm
oshun leading chango into the woods
darling
she wrote the chant....
she doesn't speak much
the move of her arms
 hold the glory
that you want to praise

she only smiles leading....

a love letter to James...

i wrote this in the morning
 darling
the morning

when sunshine poured  through my windows....
and
 i thought about my layers.
..darling...
my layers
my depth
and how i have shown you my good
bad
whiskey nights
fighting
you
a pearl in my eye for you
i know
yes...
 im drinking again
cause
 i cant cleanse you out of this house
your scent is in the walls
smelling you that night
brought tears
i reached for my knife....
then i thought of your arms
and
 my breath became quick
 i held the silver tight
and
i cried for you
i sang for you
all in my kitchen
humming to sleep
when will you come back to me
so i can rest....                                  

Love, Charlie Mae

a dedication....

baby girl
that loneliness will eat you up
your nights
 become blended into one
your mouth is smiling
inside
confusion is your twin
you nod at each other
in reflection
kiss
the nightingale serenades your
whiskey filled dreams
and her song is on repeat
toasting to something someone invisible
waiting
turning  to only see
a shadow of
salutes
the army of forgiveness
has
issued a retreat
holding your own hands
your sancturay
whisper spells
wondering where is your magic...
to conjure

new work

coming soon.....brief hiatus....working now.......

the wooden boy...

charlie use to smile
until summer
the marionette
came into her life
he dazzled her with words,
made wonders out of places
in her that she didn't know existed
sang her melodies of lies
his strings popped in
a rhythm
that began a trance
she found herself dancing to this beat
morning time
she shook her hips, open mouth laughing
he fed her fantasies
those wood arms expanding in her face
her eyes followed
she began plucking on her heart strings
carefully checking them at the end of each month
mid July arrived
and
indigo revealed
a dragons face
replaced kindness
she checked inside
and the strings were mangled
all her smiles
vanished
her blood boiled
her anger contorted her body
and she was mute....
the marionette danced away
his head a little titled
cause he knew damage had been done

darling...

your emptiness
fills me up...
till i am drunk
slipping in and out of conciousness
remembering
the touch
i sit alone
water back
cup running over
our secret
i wrote the spell
and
you cry witch
i reply with moist lips
valley of maroon
dont fear me
just
love me love me
james...
i will never leave you...

invisible clock...

darling my deepness
is smothering
where you might find yourself drowning
but i am always present holding a glass