Alice

The tides in her eyes,
subtle hazardous.
glistening lights, sultry surges of fire
gliding along with her tempest thoughts.

Vividly in grasp with her baking burns
her lashing heart.
Striking swirls, slow striking swirls
Bubbling, Broiling, Glittering.
This heat, this raw itch, this fervent fantasy
the pulsating firecracker. hot steams from meat.

But I see her softness,
the listless pout of her lips
her floating stares, her wafting gaze
locked in her room of thoughts
popping slumberous bubbles
and gracefully lacing her reflections
into delicate floral chords.
she lifts up her baby sister
the sun tumbles sweetly over her face.

The moon, this docile sky.
Soft white hands shape away black thorn bruises
with tender elated love.

her swelling heart
the quakes
her aches,
are quivering roses.

an excited gasp of air
of calmness -with strength, intangible, unnoticeable, taken for granted.
her wonderful thoughts and determination sucking her dry bleeding her empty
JOLTING HER WITH LIFE.