This tiny line holds all the grand things we'll...
but you're too lustful...
I feel silly sometimes,
recalling the ways I behaved...
I thought perhaps beauty
belonged to those girls who giggled about...
I love my little dictionary
it's cute and compact enough...
Last Friday I twirled around a club
called "The Break"...
My pen was once filled
with all the possibilities...
Love, like nature
has its teeth (all pointy with malefic intent...
At times your love...
with its promises of rays...
I dreamed of you last night
for reasons unbeknown...
Words perch
on my tongue...
Lately I've been craving fruit
the red kind...
I rove
like a gypsy...