Walking the Tightline

Walking the tightline
poison clouds form
she moves on through pain
delights in promising whispers

Balancing crippled respect
in the worldwind
cerebral acknowledgement
of body-emotion cry

asking for dreams
of the unspeakable
while night rains down
upon her invisible face

Hellfire rains
on love invested in her
she gives birth
to silent green

and strengthsoft in her
waiting forward
in delicate balance goes
towards herself