Cristian RosasMediterranean breeze warmed my dreams;cappuccino mornings blendedinto Bacardi sunsets.Tobacco smoulders and I remember-his name was Cristian Rosas.Sunset passed. Spirits pouredEuropean measures- unlike tight English twenty-five mil,relieving the throbs of snow white turned red queen.The glow led our intoxicated journey. Sambuca fused.We invaded the dance floor.yellow lanterns,blue, red, greenblue,yellow, red,green merged with smiles.Freedom spun me to his arms.Giggles blushed sunburn. Cristian Rosaswhispered his name.Fingers caressed my shoulder;pulses shot down my back.Lights,music people blurredinto echoes. His wordsa treat richer than coffee. Citrusperfume infused the heat; hunger took control.Honey seeped into locked lips.His wink broke the spell.Notes flew off key. Samba swayeda desperate grind of genitals, disgusterupted in my throat. Honeytinged saccharin;backhand met cheek.On patio furniture I sucked cigarettes.Cappuccino froth sank with my lust
Snowflakes JourneyFrost licks every twigevery blade, topping roofswith Jack-glitter. Minusdegrees attracther grey mantle; inhalingpure ether as she comes.Sisters float beside me-let the goddess' gentlewinds brush me; guide me downto him..I crafted you with a silver pinEtching unique patterns. Cherishyour aura,for he will adore you.The goddess whispered:"Snow powders you tonight, find one flake"My roots tingled with excitement, nolonger shrivelled cold. As skiesturned silver, natures pulseechoed my entirety.He presents to me--each crisp grass blade stands toattention. I hope he knowsthe steps.She lands--resting on me, content;seeping, she melts.
First Lovei.Our bench:rows of fairy lights ropetowards the turbulent cityWarm evenings, playing in the park,till your mam came shouting .Every night of summer.You never cared how different we were.ii.Toilet paper decorates leafless trees andyour lungs fill with newly discovered smoke asYou admire your handiwork.The sexes split. You teasethe girls for attention.iii.Those amber lights merely rowsupon rows of ugly terraces all designed by the same architect.We never talk.iv.You were seenwith your handsdown her trouserstomorrow you will blame intoxication.v.Under the red skies, we exchanged memories likeveterans warmly recalling fallen friends. Swings rockedin the winds, squeaking slowly sharing our dynamic;juxtaposed on that faithful bench. You told me you hated whatyou had become.Red turned grey turned black,drizzle soaked our skin.You held me close as we walkedback to your house--It wasn't your first timeI ignored the pain.vi.You never visit the park anymore.I
Threadbare DollPlaying with threadbare doll,Hestia waitsalong a dusty path of rubble and dim lights.The child hums, sweetly,her own rhythmic fantasy adhered;absent from the night of gunfire and blood.High above on waning cloudsthe Goddess is weeping;she reaches for the girl--the hearth of home is extinguished.And the threadbare dollhas pleasure as she dancesbetween little grey pebblesand the hands of the child. Playing with threadbare doll,Hestia waitsThe child will soon see her.The barefoot child with dirtydress and dirty face crouchedover the ballroom floorlistening to invisible song.Child, let me lift your headand have a look at you.Look into my ancient eyes,take comfort in my smile.Child, let me aid youto find those you loveand reunite you.She lifts her head as instructedlets her doll descend to the groundHestia has brought her backto the night of gunfire and blood.The sadness inside her roarswhilst her pale face swells red.Two blue eyes glance to the
Catkuwrimo 20091.witnessed by starscheshire catsmiles2.snow discovery!kitten dislikescold taste3.lolling by firepaws ticklewarm air4.mew from kitchen--empty bowl, again5.a cat does notappreciatedelicate rose petals6.window protectionthe cat watchescurious world7.Little black cat,lily pollen:orange stripe8.wicked claws strikeon unsuspecting terrier.9.slumbering prowess:its a hardlife10.yellow eyes yearn,paw padskoi pool waters