In between the sheets, laid upon the bed of life
I am only woman desiring the intimacies of
body, soul, and mind. The kind which excites
with thoughts unleashed to explore and find
the intricacies of these coned caverns twisted
like a matrix in a lost and forgotten mine.

Like Alice through a shattered glass. Scattering shards,
I break loose of burdened cares and restore the
freedoms of opened stairs leading to tranquility.
Though troubled I may be, I am searching now for
the lover's bed which belongs to the heart of me.
The one that beats inside my head.

So lay me down upon a bed of roses
and let me see the stars--

falling black, reflecting red.