the artist survives

city life hopefuls with periwinkle dreams
sing to the stars perched atop evening window sills
stone cold living, concrete calluses with fluttering hearts
butterfly wings nestled in warm silky capes
our DNA dresses the night and greets the morning sun
tonight we dance
tomorrow

we also dance

Majik Mama

witchy woman standing in the corner of the sky’s little black box

thick thighs with treasure trove eyes

midnight silk laced in liquid crystals

she is moonsong

she is daybreak

she is the feathered dust

trailing behind shadowed silhouettes

dancing starlit swaying to and fro

ancient spirit with a quiet glow

electric pulses feed her fingertips   

as she sprinkles pixie majik

into your lost lonely heart