DancingDancing by myselfwearing my favorite jeans and an itty bitty shirtand jasmine perfumewith the music so loudsinging alongwatching myself reflected in the windowand my shadow on the floorbecause there's nobody else aroundand it feels good to be me.But then you're hereand our bodies once as sure as twining snakesare strangersfull of elbows and kneesawkward anglesand blind mistakesmy rhythm is gonethe music lost in meaningless noise.Your eyes find mineand your hands guide my hipsinto a new rhythmgentler than the firstguide me to a music quieterthat only we can hearand we are nothing but two vinesgrowing on the same treeindistinguishable from each other.Then you're gone and by myself againWearing dirty jeans and your green sweatshirtthat still smells like youThe music pounding out of the speakers so loudthe floor shiverswhere my foot counts the beatbiding my timeuntil we can dance together again.
Red RaspberryLook,beneath my dark leavesbeware the thornsFindsweet ruby clustersskin tight and shinyTasteas rich as the earth I grow inas sweet as the sun that feeds meSavorevery drop of juiceas precious as the dawnTakeall you can carryspread my childrenI have given them all I can
GwainGwain tiptoed out of the house into the gray-pink of early dawn, clutching the small, sharp mother-of-pearl handled knife she had purchased the night before.A pleasant tight feeling of nervous anticipation filled her body as she set out at the slow trot she could keep up for miles, her long braid smacking against her tan back.She hadn't gone looking for a job, not really.She, like many other poor kids, had discovered that people threw coins into the ocean by the dock for children to dive and retrieve.It wasn't her fault if she was really good at it.There were few afternoons she couldn't be found wearing nothing but an old faded pair of shorts sitting on the dock waiting for someone to toss a coin. She knew that if her mother found out she would be in big trouble, but the docks were a long ways away from her mother's house, and she wouldn't have any spending money at all if she didn't dive.And besides, begging was better than stealing.It had been an afternoon like any other, she
To Anyone ListeningI'll be the thunderstorm in your night skyIf you'll just be the moonChurning my ocean tidesOr I'll be the moonIf you'll be the solid earthI can orbit aroundI'll be a jasmine flowerAnd scent the night with love for youIf you'll be the rainTo keep me aliveI'll be a seedlingAnd grow in your loveIf you'll be my sunAnd warm the soil for meI'll be yoursIf you'll be mineAnd love meI'll love you forever and afterIf you'll just be hereWhen I'm so lonelyAnd I'll be the thunderstorm in your night skyIf you'll comeAnd be with me