Blue becomes red.Long becomes short.You are mourning,But no one is dead.You go to a shopOpen till morning,Buy a black skirt,That reaches your ankle;Not long enough.Tights rub and hurt,Make you rankle.As well as...

Sense the smoothnessOf my skin,Sweet boy,With a magicalViolin.You won't need a bow -It says "pizzicato" aboveMy clavicle.Your fingers tingle.I'm strewing ashes,Lowering My trembling lashesIn a...

You had your wivesForeordainedLong before IAppeared in your bedsWith the revolutionary redsOf my lipstick,Fading in a struggleFor changes,Betraying meIn a silent snuggle.Each one of youHad a part of meEx...

The 13th cyclist killedin year two-oh-eleven.Tenth month, third day -the day we met.A cup of coffee, spilleda little,what a little accident.Did she have her morningcoffee like we did?(Mine went down my s...