Why I Became a Showgirl in Italy
In this creatively bleak époque, I was a modern dancer.
Tag: love
Phantom Heart
Lover your name is true. I see you beyond what has been ingrained honeyed words drip from your lips, drop into my dreams. Beat on for me, I can hear you in my heart. Sigh deeply suck me in. Spin a web of wishes around the sincere fantasy. Exhale the Read more
My Lover Does Not Deserve Black
I wear scarlet to his funeral, a beautiful floor-length affair with sleeves that flick the air like flames, a splash of red electricity. I swirl with the bagpipe’s skirls. Sounds hunchbacked and keening, drench the mourners crushed in black, mute and dark eyed. I am the solitary scarlet bell. My Read more
To Kiss a Married Man
it would be because he was a player a rake, and we both knew we were shooting hell blinded by the way night rolls he would take his jacket off his hands on my shoulders and then my hips, and he would smell like cognac and sweet tobacco, his eyelashes Read more
The Artist
You say you don’t know how you feel How admirable your resolve Ambiguity adds to your appeal Infatuation without getting involved Their pretty faces individually believe Your heart belongs to only she With smiles and flowers you deceive Playing selfish games with insecurity Without romancing me, you charmed me In Read more
First Try
Vague, repetitious, harrowing flashbacks – And wondering if it’ll ever happen again. Why not? If it did before and then again, Even in the mean times and always in the ever after? Realizing and Rationalizing – Roller coasters on a roof top during an External Blizzard Internal Blizzard And a Read more
Love Hurts So Good
When my partner, William, accepted a six-month consulting job in Boston, I was thrilled for him. What a great opportunity, overseeing the launch of a brand new division for a highly successful company. William had just left his full-time job and was searching for something new, challenging, and positive. I Read more