Stepping onto the table filled stage...

Love is a tea cup in a rainstorm. I'm dreaming of your blue eyes. With my hair pulled tight, my lips held tighter. Our memories colliding comfortably into the the other, just as the tide swells and eats the bone dry gravel. I sink in everything that the moon will bring closer to me. Still waiting in this season.

I'll take your hand yet, sir.

And you may twirl me. Just as you see fit.

Motorcycles in December? We'll think of ways to stay warm and to breathe. Confidence in that.

Stuck

Girl. heart pounding. Staring down the road. The long unwinding thing. To be at the end, in a blink, in a second, in half a heart beat and a breath. Twirling down memory lane. Lost in the teardrops of memories past. Clinging to the sunsets and mountaintops. The classrooms of days gone by, filled with dragons of intelligentsia. Siren songs. Calling out to the unmarred youth. The unmarried hand. Alluring. Soft hair and eyes. Calling to you. Calling to all. Join the masses of the elite. We select only the few. Are you lucky enough? Will we, select, you?

And YOU. With your 6'4 tall pale blue eyes. My past and my shame, my hurt, my maybe. My hookups. My push. My delving. My fucked up. My beautiful sexuality in question marks and exclamation points. I want you. I want every single element. Says the single girl. In tights and diamonds. I walk in tights in Diamonds. Don't you care? Can't you see me? Am I blind myself??


Lost in the forest. Shrouds of darkness and ease. I touch the bark. Inhale the pine and wine. Each sip in a breath. I remember. I REMEMBER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I never want to remember again.

Why. The immortal way. The everlasting WHY. Bow down to WHY. Bring your sacrifices. Pour your offering. Offer it to the pyre. Strike us, why. Leave us begging and thirsting. After you.

Sherlock and I trip the clues and sniff all about but never place a finger on your shadow...

Come out of hiding

and expose.

yourself.

travel is seductive.