past, future, universal
i have existed countless light years
and am given a new shell each century –
if only it knew my capability.
i am that shell, keeper of soul
she says she is a prisoner
held captive by what keeps her alive –
if only she understood my duty.
holding, knowing, feeling
delicate kisses on my nose –
– K. Kanoelani
her lips part, silk laughter –
endless kinks of dark gold hair.
her hands hold, sweet summer
she was loved…always loved.
yellow autumn leaves for eyes
smooth mahogany wood for legs
and pulses in her neck as a reminder
of her insecurity, but she was loved –
always loved. and I loved her.