my loves

I love:

cheepy
mommy
friends

chocolate
shiny things
silky things

gone with the wind
my dolls
heeled boots

period fashion
great hair
age appropriate makeup

moonlight
deserted streets
dallas sky line

you

Can You Blame a Girl?

It's true! It's TRUE!

gosh darn it, it's true.

The way I feel--ack!

*mmmmmm*

'can I sleep in your arms tonight lady?'

i mean sir?

?

*sigh*

hope springs from the tiniest seed

big eyes
ones which see too much
whose color constantly changes: gray, green, blue
dark, long fringe of lashes

wide shoulders
expansive chest, solid arms
neck lengthy and strong

articulate fingers
sizable palm, callused
complete with a few scars

sound back
able to support, protect
bear my weight

a heart
pulse so strong visible in
neck, crook of elbow, side of stomach, inner thigh
rhythmic
compassionate
soulful


***

only bits and parts are visible, still there is no face. mere glimpses--incomplete picture.
reason: still have yet to meet
till then







till then

The Sound of One's Own Wheels Will Make You Crazy

A filler, a fake, a fool:

skin so tight often makes me feel small
thoughts so large can't see the full scope
heart so true the wounds are constantly fresh.


'That'd be me!' says I


take it easy