I think about all
The stupid things
You've said to me,
And one of my favourite
Little stupidities
Is the one about the limo.
There was a contest
And the winner would
Win a limo ride.
I joked,
I asked if you had won.
You hadn't.
But you told me
That if you had won,
You would have made me ride
In the limo with you,
Just to embarrass me.

I wish you would have won.

Dry desert wind
Snares her hair
The attention makes her feel pretty
The breeze caresses her forgotten face
Intricately discovering the solitude
Buried in the contours
Of a lonely smile
Her invisible suitor
Grasps her hand
And breathes in her sunset eyes
The sand beneath her feet
Dances and flies
She is mesmerized
The warm current of southern air
Embraces her lithe body
The wind whispers her name
She knows it is time
She leaves her body behind
Sending her heart to the sky
Letting it ride
In the hands of her Sahara lover

She’s rosy
Or ice cold
Jealous and envious
In bright shades of green
Changing every second
She can’t make up her mind
Flickering from one thought to the next
Moods shifting and sliding
Through bipolar extremes

Arctic ideas
Swirl in her head
She sings
In an eerie lament
Listen
She paints her world
Across the sky

The emotion shows transparently
Not hiding the vivid red anger
Or the tender deep ocean pain
Her soul is clear,
Untouched, and easy to read
Moving and running through the night
Flying brushstrokes unleashed in the darkness
Brighter than flames
The reckless fire burns higher
Reaching the stars
Atmospheres away
No longer hidden
By the harsh light of day