these passages reflect on that rose of a lady
with the graceful green cape
and golden choker burnishing her breast ...
I wish to form myself , intricately ,
to be her ,
with those gracious , blue- blood white gloves ...
but it may be ... I imagine ...
that I look at her through a veil ,
naive ,
not discerning that which is real
and that which is nothing.
could it evolve that the velvet cape
is but an empty dreamcoat?
would I see the way through the swaying mist?

~Kim Frutuoso

DANCE ON FIRE…

If you were a star
what thoughts would be yours?
Would you hang off
your ego's vastness
and wait for people
to pierce you with words?
Those pretty pictures
in your head
are so easily turned,
twisted,
inverted,
or shattered
by souls who fail to dream.

Your refuge becomes
slow beats
in music,
calming you down,
to a primal rhythm
which evolves
into dance
and innocent
childhood memories ...
a time when you
were free.

~Kim Frutuoso
11/03/97

UNBROKEN SILENCE

Surrounding me
it makes me weak
Engulfing me
As I try to speak
I struggle to break free
But my silence
remains unbroken

~Kim Frutuoso

DECAY

Tears trickle down
my face
Like warm blood
from an open wound
I think of how
you've hurt me so
And how I still
love you
I wonder if
I'll ever feel myself
smile when
I think of you
and me ...

~Kim Frutuoso
9/20/97