on days like this

frost dripping off green leaves like candy from christmas trees.

any takers for loopy desires/ any takers for love trimmings?

he does the invisible man move again.

the dew drops seek him...

...i am the walking fool

...or not...

happy 2010!!

wishful thinking

the cool dampness of the night; unstirred, holds her breath; the breath which moves through me and connects me to all that is you. the moon draws her breath, each moment of her night, she is lucky; the gaze beckons softly but surely and yet unclear certainties disturb the mind. makes me want to run to a corner and cozy up to something warmer and beyond words, maybe getting into a matchbox with a name like Vittoria Grande or finding my fingers warmly ensconed in your lightly held grasp. i am the queen of wishful thinking after all.

not now

she averted her gaze, when she saw him sitting there drinking coffee. the diamond in her ear did not shine as brilliantly as the teardrop caught in her lashes. it had not been easy for her to accept the ending that had been imposed on her. the summer had left tangles and knots in her dark hair and the sun crushed violet stains on those sun kissed cheeks. and then he saw her biting down her lip, hard... a surge of memories as the bitter, hot coffee scalded his tounge.