***
jazz
through the sounds of Miles
of smoke and sorrow
distant laughter drifts down
on the thick night air
moonlight dances on the water
reflecting the strong gaze of a stranger
watching me catch the sweat on my drink
as I wonder now
at all the hearts
that break themselves
over the heat of moments
like these
***
broken
he said I was as pretty as an Arizona sunrise
but feeling rather dark
I couldn't bring myself to believe him
me? girl of broken black feathers
and cast away stone
it hurt to walk back out
into the bitter night alone
but a feeling of deliverance kissed me
as I fell into bed with my dirty laundry
instead of a stranger
***
indian summer
the scent of curry and tobacco
sad truth and laughter
firelight reflecting
the sparks that fly between us
for the moment I've forgotten
just how high a wire
we're wildly swinging on
staggering from the rush
of liqour and lust
left to our own devices
and lost into the night
wandering down her avenues of chance
not yet able to give that piece of my soul
that I know you dream to see shine
so for now
you make due
with the stars in my eyes
***
gifts
wearing nothing
but your gift
of polished green stones
around my wrist
where the pressure of
your touch was missing
same jade as your eyes
I close mine
and feel as though
I could sell a piece
of my soul
just to watch you smoke
in front of my window
gazing at me softly
holding back the morning
so that I may finally
drift to sleep
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