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

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

The air smells of sandalwood
and fills my nose...

I am offended
by your metaphors...

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

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

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

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

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

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

I often wonder why
that homeless woman...

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