Tinted Souls

The heart on your sleeveless skin.

Hidden by tinted windows not easily seen.

Opaque.

Exposed in the night

When nocturnal vultures crave the only visible beacon. 

The bioluminescence of your smile.

That guides them through 

Painstaking flights and battles of their self loathing

Their infatuations with themselves

Their obsessions with themselves

Their twisted turns they take for themselves 

For themselves only.

They are from the fire of the earth's core.

They are not for you.

Dreams caught by a rearview mirror souvenir

Absorbing and filtering the toxic

Suitors that yearn for your desires. 

Like a spider's web that catches prey

It protects and steers away from flying fright.

Patiently, you caress.

Without a jealous, envious or wicked bone in your body

You cover in cocoons of impenetrable protection

Using hardened taught faith,

A means of finding peace in flowing streams of love.

The flood gushes downstream, upstream,

Across borders unexplored before,

Pastures never explored nor seen by the human eye.

Your native armor,  a painting, a masterpiece by the careful meticulous Shaman.

Your locks woven by Algonquin angels.

Your spirit birthed by cheerful Squaw chambermaids.

Dancing through fields of uncommon colors 

Only found in the subconscious of your minds' eye

You close your eyes 

And twirl into Arms of Strength, Compassion and Warmth.

This is what a true Warrior feels like. 

This is what took so long.

This is Forever.

This is Permanent.

Reviews

[r. f. jordan]

this is poetry. this is the type of perspective that leads the heart to courage, and the mind to observation.
"They are from the fire of the earth's core.
They are not for you."
this is a speaker within a framework, begging their own realities to be seen by another, no matter how uncommom the color. brilliant.