You burned me with this winter in your heart
I am truly being burned...
It's dangerous
Finding substitutes for love...
You prowled for fragile
creatures, slithering through the...
There it is.
The perfect slightly-see-through...
You smile and the world melts
In soft arrays of peach and blue...
Butterflies of poetry
forever flutter in their reflections...
The day is as smooth and sweet
as her weekend strawberry sundae...
There are times in a woman's life
when her lower lip crinkles...
Pledge to stars, voodoo dance,
Clear your space, tribal stance...
Full stops and run on sentences
choke...
During times of wintry blizzards
fallen pine cones follow snow boots...
You dont read me because you forgot
what its like to walk in my memories...