There he left me,
standing in pools of fluid emotion
filled with love that aches...
The night wrapped around us
and we spoke to each other
with only a gaze...
His kiss, it lingered
on my lips
as I watched `til he vanished
into the mist
and his voice
echoes through my soul:
Fool Me Twice
It's hard to trust the spring,
I must say I've been fooled before
My skin left unprotected
And in the sudden shifting winds,
I was frozen and rejected
But wearing too much blocks the touch
Of Love's caressing breath
Summer's promise is on Spring's lips
But it's not quite here just yet.
In the meantime, still I realize
I just have to take that chance
Spring's sun is irresistible,
Love's breeze is like a dance.
But I've been fooled by both before,
Those two experienced players
So I use an old New England trick:
Always dress in layers!
...And You Wait for the Storm
It's always hottest
Just before the storm--
Oppressive skies of passions' fire
Glow oragnge with warning
Air so thick, so tense,
So inescapably dense
The film lies upon you...
...And you wait for the storm
To crash in release...
Thunder calls out in the collision of opposite forces...!
Lightning its silent scream of friction...!
The sky breaks,
A flood of release
To soft weeping
Under shades of misty gray sky...
As it heals,
Quietly reflecting on the chaos,
Under the dewy dampness of spent tears...
Reflect in the raindrops
Sprinkled across panes of glass...
Night song pulsed through me,
Shimmering into the first shades of morning.
I delight in the silvery euphoria
Of liquid voices,
Bassy beats that tremble my body,
And electronic melodies
That echo a post-modern reality.
I sway into the throbbing crowd,
Feeling the passions of a generation:
Love, agony, lust, tragedy--
We crave release,
Thrashing about in a moment of dance.
Surreal lights flash to hypnotic rhythms,
Glowing colors illuminate
Beads of sweat sizzling on skin,
And I surrender to the night,
Relishing in its sweet intoxication.
The Cab Ride
Pulling myself from his warm, wet arms
was hard enough...
Out into the sunny snow-glared street--
the slick rush of noonday traffic
as I kiss the man who confuses me,
my toy toying with me,
Rumbling around in the backseat--
Fumbling around my purse for cab fare
--see, I've missed the bus again--
Too busy wrapped in his body,
unfolding his mind...
He wants to know what I tell them.
Hell, people hear what they want to,
especially when you're not sure what to say...
Damn, I don't even have time before work
to have my "calming cigarette"--
those cabs always come so quick...
love leaves you waiting...