With only the rain to hear me,
my voice grumbles within...

Winter does not fit me well
with it's white skirt of frigid drapery...

Quite frankly, my dear
the air never really sat well...

I wait, like a genie
sealed inside a whiskey bottle...

The sun's rays are panting
like dry tongues...

I will see this through
because the idea of you still shocks my spine...

Charlize Theron graces the cover
of this month's Marie Claire magazine...

Did you know,
that there was no moon tonight...

I am offended
by your metaphors...

As a child I spent countless hours
cradling thoughts...

Sometimes I get so giddy on possibility
that I spin wildly with the world...

My dreams are irrational
beyond the ability to rationalize...