1. Her Curious Views
Instinctively the moonlight
Brings out the creature in her,
The sniffing, sensing detective.
She is highly defensive, a born
Tactician, eye stalks follow you,
Back fins anticipate your moves.
Nervous away from home she wears
Her force field of the gods,
Her stealth helmet and jet pack.
She knows how to use the complex
Mirror-shield of art as well as
The carpet knife of jest and wit.
As the moon rolls across gracile
relaxed limbs, her self-powered
Soul guide sends and receives,
Answers a universal question:
What is my culture. my mythology?
Is it on sports, news or weather?
2. Her Domestic Role.
"My bed is rumpled, the rooms
Are homey, comfy, tidy, sweetly
Graced by lace and quilt, a place
Where afghans gather snuggly.
Yes, I need my hearth, my home,
Filled With kids and cats and kin.
But, I will carve out the rudest
Hollow, the meanest niche to mate,
To rear my young in seclusion.
"The childhood fragrance, the flash
Of nostalgic emotion holds me,
Lets me intuit, explore a mood,
Makes my imagination vivid, wild
With romantic energy and desire.
But, home can be boring, diversity
Livens the party, stirs feelings,
Heightens awareness, a snappish
Temper, the unintended offence;
Fine Tunes those touchy issues."
3. For Whom The Mood Swings
Your dark moods will pass
If you preserve your hideaway,
Cherish your inner sanctum,
And listen to your healing soul.
Moon shadow like a snake is
Always shedding, always being
Born again, rejuvenated. Claws
Retract, your shell comes off,
A tender body waits to harden,
Mates beneath a shifting moon.
Love is not enough for you,
It can't be trusted, you're not
The idol of devotion, not the
Perfect diva free of guilt or
Worthy of constant adoration.
Your home and work duality is
Stressful to a feeling person,
Grating on the sensual one.
An emotional trial awaits you
As love deepens and possession
Intensifies to a sacred rite.
Delicate poetess, easily hurt,
Unrelenting tester of faith,
You judge by your own example.
Take pity on the same poor me.
You must fall down love's back
Stair before your true love
Calls from his royal balcony.
Personality glows like moonlight
Once your love light is secure.
4. Image That She Re-invents
Dual roles are the only hope,
The disparity of appearances
May drive you under a rock
For part of the day or night.
Your inviolable private home
Appears unoccupied, empty,
Except for a display of the
Imaginative persona you wear
As you leave for work or play.
Key to your security is the
Aqua mirage you draw across
Your all too painful garage.