Sunday, September 4, 2011

Moon...


I will sit here
 and watch you ride the moon's moods
 for as long as you let me.

Tuesday, August 2, 2011

Draped In Fairy Lights.


I'll hike Runyan Canyon in heels. I'll drape myself in prayer beads at the loudest club. I'll paint henna on my arms before going to the baseball game. I'll wear a patchwork skirt, torn and tattered to the boutiques. I'll open my heart to the worst of it. I'll sing you a song as you beg me for change.

Circus Mind.


Stop asking me if I'm ready.
 I'm always ready.
Take me to the edge and let's hold hands and jump.

Wild Fox.


Hanging out with rainbows and sangrias and men that like me just as I am.

I Do.


I picked him up today, took him to the woods, and married him.

That Was Fun.


I remember it. 1995 and it was hot as hell. The city was new to us, and old to many. It was about slacking off and getting laid. Playing music and smoking whatever came our way. We were young and stupid, but it was the best time of our lives.

Monday, May 23, 2011

Tune Me.


You could tell when she was around for a while.
His guitar was covered in dust.
 Not his fault, really. He just had something better to play...
love


Tuesday, April 19, 2011

Collecting.


Forget the shells.

Collect my kisses.

Monday, April 18, 2011

Let Me Trace You.


We stared at the mountain line 
and swayed to the beat of the young stars.

"See?" I said, tracing the sky. "It's a profile."
There's the forehead, there's the nose...

"Hmmm," You answered. "I see a profile...but that's no nose."

Sure enough.

Sunday, April 17, 2011

Dancing All Night.


When we're making our plans for the night,
don't ask what we should do first.
Ask what we should do last.

Endings are the very best beginnings.

Saturday, April 16, 2011

Truth.


My favorite color 
is the blush on your cheeks
when I tell you my truth.

Friday, April 15, 2011

Say Yes.


When you ask if we can run away and live like roadies for the week,
kiss me deep before I answer.

I'm always more agreeable when I'm dizzy.

Thursday, April 14, 2011

Another Round, Please.


He couldn't help himself.
Every time he caught sight of her,
she reminded him of sex on the beach.

Not the cocktail.

Wednesday, April 13, 2011

For Rent.


I don't take up much room.

A little corner.
A shelf or two.
Maybe half your bed. If that.
It's your heart I'm moving into.

Tuesday, April 12, 2011

National Geographic.


I guarantee
there will never come a day
when you look past me and gasp at a rainbow
or a perfect sunset.
Just consider me your Wonders of the World.
One through seven.

Monday, April 11, 2011

He Was A Very Good Year.


She was one of his regulars.

Ordered always the deepest reds, 
her eyes never leaving his 
while he opened and poured and waited for her to sip.

Just once, he thought. Just once.
She'll breathe me in and taste me.

Just once.

Friday, April 8, 2011

Parked.


Some of the best road trips
never leave the driveway.

 You don't always have to turn on the key
to drive away, you know.

Thursday, April 7, 2011

Good Either Way.


No matter how hard I try, I always misspell desert as dessert.

So when I write you a note about 
wanting to make love in the dessert...
I may not mean what you think I mean.

Or maybe I do.

Wednesday, April 6, 2011

Stormy.


Let me come over before the storm hits.
I'd much rather be together...
than all wet by my lonesome.

Tuesday, April 5, 2011

Snap.


I want your memory card full of me.