[Tucker]

i am a refraction of myself.
i am bending all over with light and intensity.
my form can barely hold me still.
i wear my body as subtly as wax wears her candle.
beauty is only my perfume.
i have blue-breasted sky in my eyes.
i sing continuous, like a red-breasted robin.
i linger in the frivolous places of stillness and symphony.
the night pours on me like an isolated shower of inspiration.
i listen with the ears of a weeping willow forest.
i am lost to a delicate haze of pretty little details.
feasting on little intuitions.
spiraling into lucid dream.
a muse, touching the edge of intensity.
i am a collection of lost lovely things.
i am sympathy for psychos.
i am a reluctant angel.
i bloom nocturnal.
i am a girl.
i am a new woman.
i am a concoction of kisses and injury,
proportions constantly in flux.
i dip into wax and fantasy.
i suffer from inclinations toward deviant places
and dark angels.
i dwell on the fringes.
teetering on the last brink of sanity.
standing on the edge of reason.
violently aware of myself.
leaning out of this skin for just a taste
of indulging the gloom.
my words ring of nighttime melodies.
my voice is shed in tears of brittle starlight,
when i am alone.
desperation is silence,
arching backwards through the years.
my lips wear smudges of memory.
shades of surrender.
motion is heavy,
vacillating wildly beneath these tender feet.
i am a high contrast.
so fragile and so immense.
waves of complexity stir my universe.
i place possession above fear. always.
constellations of memory guide my way.
my recollection has a forgiving disposition.
i believe in the alchemy of love
to turn steel hearts golden.
steel is for wing-tips only.
i believe in modern romance.
and i still believe in fairytales,
after all.... I am Femme!