Monday, April 18, 2011


Liquid silver, tell
my love that moonlight needs the
sun as I need him.

Sunday, April 17, 2011

She Must Be So Sweet

My rival is a licorice whip;
I am a walnut.
She's whipped cream;
I'm liver and onions--or bacon.

She's sugar;
I'm salt.
I cannot win his affections.

She must be so sweet
to make him love her.
She must be sweet.