I used to sit in midnight rooms
lit by dying cigarettes which glinted
off emptying champagne glasses

I used to scrawl sonnets at the bar
amidst rowdy afternoon daytrotters

Tucked soundly into solitary daydreams
I beat drums with palms
burned by the failing sun,
shook my head releasing
glittering hairs onto dusty footprints

At sundown I would paint my lips
and scorch my hair in perfect loops,
imagine myself a half-starved woman
with the most incredible appetite
for words that drew blood
and secrets that dug graves

Men can't build anything
That compares to the vastness
Of stars in the sky
Or the loneliness of the desert
At night
Depths of canyons
Tops of trees
Sunshine
The solitude of wilderness
Is better than a hymn
Being wild hasn't left me yet
I worship the moon
With the wolves
I run
Barefoot
Through the fields
Of my church

You are like a hot cup of coffee on December mornings.
An ice-cold shower in the middle of july.
You are rain tapping out secret messages on my window, whispering untold stories of our future on an island not known to man.
I am going to love you as fiercely as ocean winds that rip through the clouds like tigers' teeth and bear claws.
Like wolves making midnight wishes on amber moons that resonate across the sky that twinkles like movie-star smiles and shake every last tree in the forest.

I dance

Alone and in silence
To the music within me
No one hears

I dance

With grace unbalanced
Like a swan on water
With no fear

I dance

Like no one is watching
Even though I know
No one hears

The sweet sound within me

But I dance

With great pride I dance
With love I sway
To the sweet sound no one hears
But I dance anyway