today, your sign was handed to you.

in an envelope, wrapped up was the
escape route. its your map of the world
ahead, with certain destinations and
check points. spacing your time for
someone, and spreading connections
in the least expectant places. if that
entitles dancing, in any form or
fashion, let it be. with my red heels,
take me into the street and dance
with me. this image of finished
paintings with pretty girls and shiny
faces is predictable yet I'm aware
of what I'm about to do.

follow me , because i want you.
to show me, your intuition and
maybe, some touching. i'll
promise to bring you home, if
you say your bed looks better
with me in it. tempting...you are.
my lips stay chapped, i like it
that way. and you stay strapped,
to say the least. when the cards
are in your favor, you bet the
deck. keeping a deceptive face,
cross your fingers, hold on
tight. your fingers tingle and
body tenses up, he walks
towards you. follow me.

here, I sit. Still, in this room. the four
walls are blooming flowers that tell
stories. Stories from her childhood,
how she swallowed her surroundings
and graciously proceeded further
north than expected. on the course of
mishap came a follower. one believed
to be something worth mentioning.
he traveled, with her, nervously awaiting
his stop and secretly speaking to her directly.
he looked at her, through the silence, and
whispered, " begin your journey, open your heart."

I took the train, fast, just to
see you. and this morning,
waking, Im making the
decision to do for myself
what I couldn't do for you.
just being, with your eyes
open,always. you said, once,
that I was there. In your heart,
pasted there with hope holding
it still. although, I left you
and still look out the window
your way.

the city lights are calling me.
and I answered.
two months, I must wait.
then, great great joy.

his name showed up on my

phone today. youre playing

a dramatized game of cat

and mouse yet, you don't

see youre six points ahead

on the meter of lies. I bite

my tounge as you say words

of hatred towards the

"kind of girls" that mistreat

you. maybe its that Im not

wanting the pearls and

diamond that you gave me

last year. and as I plan

towards this new destination,

the spark is underneath

and its glowing rapidly.

and, today, i feel it.