She

And so, she sits collecting her fears 

A museum on the walls of her mind 

Frames filled with fear of not being loved back, not accepting herself

and another, rather unbreakable one

of her holding on to her two crutches - pride and angst. 

She looks down & laughs at the flaws of the other 

Yet if she looked closer she'd know

The other is her mirror.

A keeper of pain, she weaves her fears and intertwine the two

perpetuating them further out from her to the closest one, or two 

She's blind to her own world of selfish actions.

And others only see the mirage she paints -

An artist, because she manufactures caricatures of herself 

A maniac because she's lost and can't find herself.

Symmetry

The sinuous curve of your lips

Into that indelible salacious smile

I get lost in the precise symmetry of us 

Espionage

I'm a spy of the heart and soul. A dreamer seeking a heart of gold.

#micropoetry

Polaris

A chart to the stars 

I travel 

Alone 

In a wilderness empty of fear and full of hope 

Stomping on regrets 

Planting seeds of creation along my path 

Polaris twinkles

Beckoning me 

Glimmering with tranquility 

Reminding me 

That the person I desire to be

Is not too far away from me

The journey is wondrous 

Paved with golden smiles 

I shed my ego 

It cracks under my feet 

I now know which way to go 

Along this journey I will give birth 

To my self 

The person who once seemed so far 

The person who is stellar 

Who is fit to fly with dragons 

And rise like phoenixes 

With the vision of an eagle 

And the grace of a butterfly 

This woman will defy 

All thoughts of what if 

For The Higher Self can only lift 

And soar to new spaces 

Regardless of the cage of time 

Polaris 

Wants me to be a goddess

To beget greatness 

To inspire true bliss 

The auroras gleam 

Their dance leading me to dream 

Bigger 

Polaris gets closer 

The raven sky calms me

A vast sea of an untapped destiny 

I look up and feel a tug on my soul

I'm on my way home 

And I am unlearning 

And yielding 

To a life that's been unlived for too long...

©L.A. Fraser

Rebirth

I believe in reincarnation

Because every time you tell me

In all those special secret ways

What you'd do to me &

How much you love me

I melt, die & am reborn again 

Into someone who loves you even more. 

And every time we break 

I still think of you

And it hurts and I wonder if it does 

The same for you

But then you reach out 

And this phoenix of feelings 

Starts to flutter

And takes flight once more 

And I melt, die & am reborn

Into someone who lives to adorn 

You for lifetimes in a love that's as vast 

And ever-expanding as the universe. 

©L.A. Fraser 

Mirror

She looks down & laughs at the flaws of the other Yet if she were wiser she'd know the other is her mirror 

#micropoetry

Soul Speaking

"When you find someone that speaks the language of your soul never let them go." - Shannon L. Alder

Rondeau after the Storm

Tame taffeta slides between us,
your arms around me, robust.
I must get around to breathing in the soap-scented skin
once lathered in tantric trance and sin, now clean. So that she won’t know.

Your laugh rumbles, softly, curls in my ear,
like August surrendering to September.
We slip, smoking out the bubbles of summer nights
filled to the brim with stars. You are not mine.

Tuesday green leaves sway outside — a curtain of beads,
dancing in our celebration of the clandestine.
Creamy thoughts of yearning rise.
Quixotic clouds graze past the blue of skies, seducing
a rainbow of imbued dye to arch over us.
We riff, repeat, blow out the bass and I must get around to drinking you.

Starling

The stars are tugging at my soul ✨ Daring me to lose control...

#micropoetry

Wild at Heart

In a country of wild dreams and coconut trees
I spent my younger days…
the sound of the ocean filled with waves
and breezy, starry nights fit to gaze

made me a slave to my wanderlust ways…

In a country of beauty unseen and rice fields of neon green
I spent my younger days…
the sun kissed the roads filled with asphalt & sand
every February brought sounds of steel pan
as crapo filled up the night with his song
stories of Anansi traveled far and long
echoes of them resonate past daydreams
spirits stirred in untouched cane fields
and breezy, stellar nights fit to gaze

made me a slave to my wanderlust ways…