Friday, January 21, 2011

Stanza From a Sonnet for a Bookworm with the Blues...

Nameless only to the masses

YOU-the One I fear the most.

Understands my childish antics,

reads the heart I hide in prose.

Wednesday, January 12, 2011

Is that MY big white hat???

They stood in the rain, as cliche as the beginning of the end of the affair can get.

The one morning in months where a clandestine kiss could commence. He roared up to the Queen-donuts in hand, 12 step alibi in the other. He was greeted with enthusiasm, her smile as bright and inviting as the grimaced frown from which he was repelled.

Although they both knew the fire was getting too hot, whats a little more fuel?? Its called "a BLAZE" of glory for a reason.....

How in the hell is this happening once again, they excused themselves over and over. It was familiar and frustrating, the internal arguments they had with themselves.

The Queen scolded, reminding herself of her previous bouts with lonesome. He countered to her in song, harmonic in his justifications. Mutual admiration turned easily to affection. Followed by attraction, undeniable in its arrival.

She thanked him for the pastries, her eyes sparkling at the sight of TWO honey buns nestled among the sprinkled chocolate cakes. He held her gaze, and her hands, pulling her with both eyes as his fists closed tight around her resisting embrace.

The raindrops falling, he hummed some lyrics, a bluesy chorus in her ear to remind her who he was and what she did for him, and who he made no apologies for.

As she ran back across the street, ducking between the sudden downpours, he sighed.

"I know that's how Clapton felt. He writes her Layla, and it didn't matter a bit to her."