#jcbu

in the middle of the face of the receiving the best conceivable gift that could possibly exist in this moment for the creature conglomerate that is this woman otherwise known as me

is a smile waiting to see you forever a flag flapping over a heart cracked and stretched top layers pulled open and back to see and show and tell and be pure sincerity

it is an end in sight of the eyes above the happy mouth and nose breathing genuine light drawn in and borne out for the center of the universe inside

a story tracks my quiet listening

a plot stalks my breathing silent

a moral marks my footprints following

the meaning life leaves behind

the being living

the sensation knowing

the sharing giving

not caring what you make of it later

like the crone and the charming poison snake injured she turned out the world despite the circumstances in favor of her blood earned sweat turned own truth

she licked her palms spat over both shoulders for thoroughness shook the world in wet and vigorous hands nodded before turning round casual and walking her own scuffed and muddy path away alone

returning capable yet uninterested in speaking her own she came back gleaming eyed with the truth of others painful and crooked stories made funny by the sound of her laughter mixed in exquisite with the telling

they were never sure if it was madly ironic or the loveliest most sincere thing

but more importantly they knew it didn't matter

a perfectly sized perfectly sweet drink poured perfectly tight and neat past your lips in perfect potency

red hinged on a hint of lilac pink licked slick and aglisten with the liquid strength  of feminine tender swing

for everything she has ever been through and the nothing she will forever say hurt her early and wrong

conveyed on the tips of perfect fingers

dancing and swirling between the eyes and mouths of women grown girls sitting cross-legged across the coffee table from each other

the floor a world without end all around them

respect swirling in mad quavering ripples all of consequence and none

quercine, the talk turned from trees to feed

eat scorpions howl at the moon turn left since counter is always the direction be it dancing or skates or racing

if it takes four rights to equal one left turn it might pay to get your blinker fixed be brave and direct traffic along streets you select with intention

as she is always the best partner