Tonight

Tonight my lips are burning

The sweet curry flame on my toungue
twisting its way through the depths
of a long remembered kiss

Tonight my heart is racing

The cool heavy air fills my lungs
leaving no room for regrets
in a lingering embrace

Tonight my soul is changing

No "puedo escribir los versos mas tristes esta noche"
The very thought of you fills me with joy
and there is room for nothing else

The Christmas Shade

The sister of night breathes softly near the banister
waiting for the hour to descend silently, a shade
in the window filtered moonlight dancing accross my wall
down, down, to the christmas floor. The hard floor.

Beneath the tree, and beneath the presents
beneath the settled dust of bachelors
finding the worn wood of the floorboards
groaning with the weight and grinding of life.

Searching for the silent spot between the boards
holding her breath in the one last place, hoping and still,
dragging the dry air around her, pressing to her breast
the hours before dawn, an almost forgotten dream.

The moon sinks below the western night
Her dancers slowly dissapperaing
into the dark
before morning.