Tuesday, September 6, 2011
Autumn covers me like soft clean sheets The ones my grandmother would snap over Me at night as the lightening bugs dimmed, pink ones with white stripes Perfumed with lilac and moth balls a nubby chenille blanket stretched over me like white fondant Autumn blows in like that, like the snap of fresh sheets That land softly on sunkissed skin
Thursday, September 1, 2011
Summer has become possessive and pimp like Unkind, abusive, never really gone There is no amount of coolness that will get rid of him All my pride, dignity, goodness have been worn down by his scorching hold I'm like Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman Waiting on my Richard Gere, and it's you Fall. Where are you? Because My feet are tired of This Sunset Boulevard, this day in and day out hot. Breeze through like you do Drive up in your fancy colored leaves Stop for me so I can smell your smokey cologne. Cover me up and make me a respectable woman. You might be the third season for me But your the truest one, the kindest one The only one I'll kiss on the lips, all any other Season does is take something from me You, Fall, give and give. That's what makes me fall for you every time.