Fortune Teller
"Go ahead, make yourself comfortable,
contemplate, whisper secrets to momma moon,
let me read you and we will phase out this bad
luck you been having, real soon.
Momma's confidence, anonymously
reflected in the night sky,
moonlighting from her day job,
as performance muse, child.
Honey, there's a reason, why.
Her stars, like diamonds, strewn across a velvet counting tray.
Been cheated upon by every skguy.
I "been around the block honey",
seen a few things, especially that Gaia wouldn't want repeated, about
orbits and tractor beams.
Her waves crashing like a heart pounding with desire,
pulling men deeper into her depths,
like a siren, especially with sailors embarking
her Bermuda triangle, circle of fire."
'Don't get me started on the Swiss Alps.
Oh no, let's not go there!"
"In her baptism of salty tears
and resolute surrender, uhh uhh!
is an ever-changing batter of emotions, my dear,
beneath the layers of society's masks,
stratas straddling a variety of contexts,
Lodges, secrets.
Mmm hmmm. Karma Sutra.
That's where we could be goin next!"
Relations, ships, tides, so complex.
"But let's talk about you, inside you
lies a battlefield of emotions,
awful powerful voodoo,
where vulnerability dances with strength,
but she chooses to go volcanic and blow her stack!
Oh, sorry, we were supposed to be talking about you,
honey child, let's get back on track.
You see, I guess with her holding it in,
what can you expect.
It is in the broken that we can find beauty, though,
igniting strength in the depths of vulnerability."
To Be Continued, Baby!
Copyright © Jude Herrick | Year Posted 2024
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