Inside a yellow cab
she sits
crosses long legs
finger gloss lips
peering out at Flushing Bay
ten minute ride
to house on the left
four doors down

a lighted shadow
standing content
knowing specialness had arrived

nude pictures packaged on table
bottled Negra Modelo
downstairs counting nine steps
open forum
freshly smoked Newports
she begged a drag
his cologne roaming

The paltry sun smiles across the frozen Plains,
as if to mock my shivering words,
“How long will this winter last”
The trees and shrubs that wooed the summer breeze
with blossoms ablaze,
are smitten under foot,
after boasting they would never die,
now lie still,
fallen emblems of a summer past,
there ghostly voices still echoing,
“How long will this winter last”
The robin feeds oblivious to the frost and cold,
looking only for his meal of worm,
pausing briefly for the wintry wind,

I am loosing it
At the edge of sanity
Another step and damned
The aura of madness below
Menacingly stretching its murky lips

Fate; her claws wedged in my skin
Just like others I am a victim, blame her
Dragged spiteful through her coarse domain
Cursing while she chuckles. 'This is life.’ She says

The hunger of my heart,
Is a warm and sweet dream,
Like strawberries and water,
Like peaches and cream,

The desire that fuels me,
The heated longing I keep,
Deep down inside of me,
Begging to be free,

Like thirst, like starvation,
This is how things are,
In the moist chambers,
The corridors of my heart,

The one thing I would cry for,
From another human being,
My darling is your love,
Like honey to me,