Artist's Date

Your wicked eyes dancing,

with sweet light gently oozing,

my wild heart sang

dreaming of your fertile lips.

I had a difficult week, trying to juggle studying and writing, my days spent alone in front of a computer. I took on two new cleaning jobs balancing the must do with the I want to do, but lacking fire and joy, creativity stale.

My heart heavy, as ravenous she opened me,

I honestly tried,

but life was gleeful torture.

This brownie cake face-book photo caught my eyes and so I wandered into the local cafe. A fresh new scene inspired me to a take out a set of Haikubes sitting on the table.

Desperate to consume,

her dripping flesh whispers promises;

please sweet angel.

Julia Cameron in “The Artist’s Way” says that one should go on a artist’s date once a week. Go alone, some place new, and open to the unexpected.

Her moonlight ritual,

with peace she sang,

her precious baby dead.

Back home, my fullness wants to explode. I lie on the bed weakly petting the cat; waiting for it to pass.