Tea Time

Integra
tea
sipped through a straw
slow and sweet
succulant and 
rare
all I need now
is a paper umbrella
and slice of lime

like thieves

Slipping in beneath fringed blankets covering the soul, dreams whisper words and betray a deeper meaning; stealing time of restful bliss in the somber steady breath of the living.

Deciphering is left to the waker, bent over in agony from another sleepless night. Driven to dive into the sea of shapeshifting imagery if for only but a glimpse of meaning. For in that, perhaps, will come breath easy footsteps to the dawn of the day.

Moon slips and Sun sips to once again repeat the whispering chorus until the dreamer dreams no more.

To the 2008 Candidates - on both sides - a few Questions

Will you fight for me?
Will you fight for me who is a woman?
Will you fight for my rights as an American woman?
Will you defend me and my rights as an American Caucasian woman?
Will you defend me and my rights as an American Caucasian woman in her 30s?
Will you defend me and my rights as an American Caucasian humanist woman in her 30s?
Will you defend me and my rights?  ALL of my rights as a citizen of the United States? 

I was born here.  I was raised here.  I pledged my allegiance.  I have sung with honor our anthems and have striven for the American Dream.   I have paid my taxes. Uncle Sam has his share. 

You will?  Are you sure?

Because not only am I an American Caucasian humanist woman in her 30s ... but I am also gay.

Will you fight for me now?

Will you?  Are you sure?

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Cage of words

I am not free
wind blows, sand erodes, birds flee
but me
I am not free
water falls, oceans toss to sea
but me
I am not free
fire dances, sky glows, stars in trees
but me
I am not free

are you?

::Nov 28, 2007::

waisted
tasted
tattered and sweet
life slips out
from under the street
like garments hidden
beneath silk and shimmer
night falls