City lights
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.
c. 1999.

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:
"A manana"...
c. 1999

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
that subsides
To soft weeping
Under shades of misty gray sky...

It pouts
As it heals,
Quietly reflecting on the chaos,
Cooling off
Under the dewy dampness of spent tears...

c. 2000

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,
 playfully unsure...

Rumbling around in the backseat
...almost there...
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...
meanwhile,
love leaves you waiting...

C. 2003

It's the urge in your soul,
 When your mouth waters,
 Wanting to consume
 That which you've only tasted
 But to gobble brings guilt
 To starve brings stress
 And relief brings regret

 It's the moment you want to cry
 But you can't quite find the topic of your tears
 So you just sigh
 And softly, silently
 Implode

 It's the pull you feel
 To do things you can't explain
 Just yet
 And then you realize
 You're only dancing
 Into the gravity strings of the Universe

 It's the goodbye your eyes whisper
 To the wee hours
 When the magic colors fade
 The sun comes up, bringing daylight
 And morning
 Says a lingering goodnight...

 It's the Unspoken...
 That which calls your name
 From no particular direction
 Gives you a kiss
 And sends you off to school
 To face the bullies of the new day.

c.  2001

Like love,
It's hard to trust the spring,
Smiling sweetly,
Beckoning

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!

c. 2004.