She cherishes the details and the clues that she finds when she bides her time.
Awake and acknowledging the sleepy bliss, just a little smile,
a soft cajoling kiss.
She searches her reflections for perfections, absolutions, and corrections,
But finds a slew of blue forgotten veins and pains, and desperate claims
of ownership, and needing flames
To lick away the salty tears, and wipe up clean the slate of fears,
To just relinquish the control and struggle safe in a hard hot hold.
The dreams of rough restraints, hard metal, and blinding darkness nag -
and the red flag of unforgotten ache is something she can't take.
So frown, so whine, so listless - shifting on her seat, she's drifting;
And memories are there to tease, and fabricate and cause unease,
And Fate she laughs a tinkling bell that sounds a warning - go to Hell!
She mutters, wondering if it is she who's true in charge of her serenity.
and she creatively deems it unseemly, unjust, and with distrust glances up in the the face of Lust.
The winds are creeping, sun is high, and earthbound roots - they sing a lullaby,
The birds and rocks and buildings, men who sell watches, streets unending,
The 6 train, metal pole, long seat, all the commuters' body heat,
She looks for clues, but finds a mystery, a puzzle so advanced it reeks of history...