While they still reflect green,
I only hope it's not a dream,
or that it's not only a projection of
what I want to believe.
When I'm here, I only want
to paint a picture of
what is around me and
let my mind take hold and lead in a direction that can make sense somehow.
Exaggerate and pretend that what I see
is something else and loveable
when really,
there is no emotion attached whatsoever.
~Tina Meeks
I can feel my own soft magic.
My own tender touch and whisper.
I hold poise between my teeth
and tough decisions deep between
the coarse crevices of my cracked skin.
My wrath is sweet like honey
and I control when
to release the bee sting with it.
~Tina Meeks
We Waltz around our words together
which is a familiar past time
ringing prominent in my hands.
Draping over my chest,
holding onto my dignity and
carefully allowing a new chapter to
be created before me.
I think I sway and shuffle.
You... maybe a Salsa,
and we somehow meet in the middle on rhythm
for a moment until continuing
our own solo y sola.
This is something we speak not on,
it only lays at our feet to decide for itself
when to peak.
I wanna know what your skin feels like
without touching you.
I don't know what I am
other than what I feel.
And who are you in this world?
You must exist beyond this realm
-you told me of the iridescence in your dreams.
How dessert fell right in front of you
for one reason or another
and you were open to the taking.
Your nerves have exposed themselves.
We have been rearranged into a position
to ask for permission.
And yes, baby, we have the permission slip
right in my hand.
All you gotta do is grab it.
You will then have permission
to give me slow hands (if they're clean).
Let me feel your grown out hair on my stomach,
or your caress at my kneecap.
Stroke my toes how you wish
and play with my fuzz
that won't fit in a ponytail.
This moment hasn't happened.
These happenings are shy and stuffed
under our sleeves
for no one to see until
the sleeves are not worn.
~Tina Meeks
Melt me with your voice.
Spoil me with compliments
or teasing,
because I wanna get led in a direction
where I have no choice but to choose.
I'd like to see our fair skin intertwine
and play tricks on me
'til I don't know who's who.
-Our lips, awkwardly divulge stories
and telling secrets
we'd otherwise guess.
I wonder if this dance would tell us something
and I'm curious if our legs would accidentally graze.
Maybe then, we'd have another routine.
~Tina Meeks
