Sometimes

they push

my buttons

It is itching

and I want to

scratch
...

Sometimes I bleed

And my eyes

are sad
...

But mostly

I indulge

in life's

deliciousness
...


Eating

off a silver plate

Fork and knife

and a spoonful

of mystery
...


When it is dark

my hands are free

creating art

being true
...

One day
I hope
to be upon
that stage
and magnetize
the audience
watching my art
take on a Life of Its Own

And I will be there
present in my beauty

Closing my eyes


- Yet never seeing as clearly