Dear Fairy-Godmother

This letter is in reference to that party I went to, two days back.

I was dancing with this guy at the party.

The very hip, very cool party.

Flashy clothes, all top of the line

Everyone glittering from head to toe.

I was fancily dressed thanks to you. 

So then, the cutest guy in the room asked me to dance.

Of course I said yes.

He was rich, he was cute, he was tall. Why not right?

So we danced.

Everyone watched as we grooved.

Slowly, the dancefloor started filling up and people were dancing around us. 

And just as no one was looking.. He grabbed my butt!

That pervert! He grabbed my butt.

I was shocked. So I ran for it.

Pell mell, down the stairs, I ran for it.

The stairs tripped my shoe and I nearly fell. I was too much in a hurry so I left the shoe and I ran to my car.

And now that pervert is all over the place

Trying to identify the shoe.

That bastard. 

Sincerely,

Cinderella.

An Ode: Lust, Love.

Breathe and slide closer, inhale exhale, chest rising and falling in a rhythmic beat.

Shy, shyness engulfing the spcae between our bodies, my lips parted to catch the breath I couldn't catch before.

The air almost trying to pacify the utterly inhibiting limits of our lungs, so pointless and un-needed in this haunting, daunting deed.

Your finger tips trace the contours of my lips, down my face and between my breasts, enticing gasps so, slow soft velvet. Your hand running through the lengths of the raven locks, burning flame; an open kiss, along my jaw, along my collarbones, over my heart, lingering lingering.

There will be no more breathing. Rise and fall, rise and fall, bodies entwined in the thousand passions of a ray of light, expression expression. Blue light, moonlight tracing our bodies. Wound in each other, skin to skin, patina of warrmth. Soul to soul, lips to lips. 

Rise and fall, a pounding beat. Steady steady as the crash of the waves. My lips parted, your lips on my skin, moving along, burning a slow trail of fire. Melody your name, in gasps and sighs, in long and winding syllables, a gentle caress on my tongue, your name your name. 

Tangled we are in this web of lust, the oxygen in the room burning into and inferno above red. Human emotions, basic instinct, expression expression. Tangled we are, mind to soul. Two hearts we are, bleeding love into the same glimmering pool. 

Shame On Me.

The laughters and the memories

Were made, sealed, protected.

But what of the laughter?

It will fade in to nothingness

Forever in the voice of the wind.

And what of the memories?

They will be nothing but 

Whispers of times that passed 

Frolicking in the sun

Holding hands down the busy street

Making love in the afternoon

The endless warm balmy nights

I have no regrets

Oh no I don't.

But shame on me

For holding you so lovingly.

And shame on me for kissing you

With my eyes shut so tight. 

Monster.

Below the fathoms of the ocean blue

Beyond the tides froth churning brew

Away from the grasp of reaching light

Kelp such green and monstrous height

He lies in the shadows, deep great slumber

Skin deep gray, eyes bright umber

In his sleep the water doth churn

Churning until the fiery burn 

Of mankind brings this Earth to demise

Then from the watery depths he shalt rise

But until the day the angels weep

Sleep well beautiful monster of the deep. 

The Knight, The Hero, The Loser and The Phony.

"Knight in Shining Armour" it said

A paid adverstisement on the flat screen TV

Armour colour choices of black or red

Finally someone who was ideal for me

"Hero Upon a White Horse" I see

Splashed across the leaftlet one day

My life would never be as bleakly

If I find this hero right away 

But I was never a damsel in distress

I fought my battles, I stood strong

As nice it is to have love's caress

I would prefer to sing my own song

The Knight was nothing but a loser in tinfoil

The Hero was nothing but a jerk on a pony

Such was the result of my meandering toil

My so called man was a  phony.