With the menopause of chlorophyll
the leaf’s green mask falls away
and her true colour can show 

Under the microscope
they watch me dance
arms outstretched

misinterpretating
the beauty in simplicity

In our lover’s ballet
I long to touch you,
become a part of you 

The new religion of devout followers
believe what the eye cannot see
the holy trinity of protons, electrons, neutrons
dressed in their robes in their laboratory churches
eagerly masticating Eve’s apple
consuming all they can from the tree of knowledge 

Hands reach out
touch soothing the yowl
holding close and secure
neck crooked making
a safe shelter 

She cried as her uterus weeps
crimson tears of longing to be needed
confronting the fear that her ovaries have withered
unplucked grapes desiccated on a fallopian vine. 

Slowly freshly won delayed slumber
comes and meets penetrating
buzz-buzzing stinging too soon 

elongated thoughts danced in the playground
leaning backwards as they swung
legs stretched in front of them
eyes to the sky 

Salty cheese curds
nuzzled in the gaps between the fries
playing hide and find
awaiting 

The big hand, slaps her
in the face with her own mortality.
“Tick tick tick” says the whining time bomb
screaming, “Faster doll faster.
Run, in heels, little darling” 

Oh how can I trust you rascally critter
when year after year makes me bitter?
Your forecasts aren’t wrong but also not right
still I can’t sleep on groundhog day eve’s night.