Daring Temptations Tease The Senses...

My mind often flees from me, and I must use such pretty words to get it to return again. Here is nothing but dancing thoughts, and a swirling reality. Please do not mar with babbling tongues, or gossip. It will be removed, and I will hate you a lot. Thanks for understanding.

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I adore false realities, and linger in them often. I own glasses, and dawn them now and again, but am often vain and cling to my contacts. California is my true love, for it is my home. The ocean and the stage are my joys. Corn fields make me cry. As do pigs. All the men I swoon over are either dead or gay.

Sunday, January 14, 2007

To Love

In my world of sonnets
Unicorns
Black current honey bee wax
candlelight

I dream of you.

Smile about the blue
Laugh at the snow
Recall, recall, recall

Sunshine and
swimsuits

Roads traversed via bike
foot
car
tire
paw and leash

Memories of green rain
thunderstorm walks
ocean filled stares
twisting sick mountains of childhood

Creatures
moonlit
Coffee laced sips
linked with secret
kiss kiss

So comfortingly lost in your arms.