Sweet Violet

Cream puff wishes and Unicorn dreams
We create our treasures by any means
We just keep traveling and gathering our supreme lot
Circling our tribe around the May pole tying a knot



Sugar spun twirling on our tipsy toes and wobbly heels
Taste is a state while Grace and Love are our preferred meals
Skinny girls stand tall in beaded circus tent dresses
Hiding surprises under skirts, showing of our hot messes



Soft petals bursting and spiraling to our plates
Peacock tails sweep, trailing of the table-scapes
Plum ostrich plumes stretch up to the ceiling fans
Babies in wait alter all our well expected plans



We leap off our pedestals without any prompting
We land on our wedged heels without even stomping
We cherish the getting where ever our journey path turns
We follow the flicker of flame as our intuitive candle burns



We settle our selves and breath in slow
We tell of moments then spring up to show
We welcome with toast and boast and cheer
Soon to be blooming, our own sweet Violet is near!



Note: We hosted a Baby Shower for a Gyp-Set style Mamacita,
who will be naming her baby-girl-to-be "Violet Ray".
As usual, so typical, I was so crazy busy putting on this big Play production,
that I naturally forgot all about my camera sleeping in the car, out by the curb.
There is no proof other than my word, to tell you of all what really went down.

Who were our guests, our crowd of beauties?
All the wild girls who live on Planet Blue Malibu who no of now way, other than having big fun.