Tenderwild

Incubate delicate dreams in speckled eggs protected by a feather-soft nest- A whispered wish fluttering madly beneath your sternum, Is freed by a paper plane we unwittingly cast under the spell of a full moon…. We are constellations of stars bathed in the crisp air of a black, wintry night. Close your eyes and slow dance with me-  Disconnect and reconnect my dots and the spaces in-between.

Gaze into these bright eyes, an artic fox on an adventure… Defying dimensions and conventions with a wry smile- The swirls of chaos deconstructing tired ways of being, Repurposed talisman for a new way to exist in the universe… Polyamory.  A narrative. Perhaps, a poem. A pretty pink thistle. Oh!  To live on the outskirts of social norms, You choose your path on your own terms.