tart, no sugar she chafes at restraint should parents scold her brazen exhibit so casually at ease regarding her body what snug triumph shakes in a ritual dance of no mistake circling hips fingers sliding, tongue flicking erotic and arrogant if she had her way she would walk bare-assed her compromise: g-strings peeking from unbuttoned jeans display the offer of panties, "eat me." Tumbleweed I am becoming a vagabond, carrying my life in a sack, only essential things matter: paint colors, blank pages, music and a soft pencil. Piles of money lost, a careless spree of careful years, lost to mistakes, inane purchases in seeking normalcy, a consideration of being bountiful, a heroine to rescue strays and lost hopes. I am becoming free of provisions, my cupboards empty, my stocks traded, light enough to carry my home wherever the uncharted road goes, there is no itinerary. My children are unborn, I am mother instead to orphans, stepchildren and animals, these especially I will carry forever, by my side is their home, all I need is their contentment. I was born to a mother who thought herself part gypsy from the Black Sea: a dark and swarthy grandfather had his way with a girl in Sweden, perhaps my rootless ambition started there. I will carry my home wherever I go, and I will go, with the music of old pianos and tambourines in my heart, tumbling like an overgrown weed with no destination, but getting somewhere all the same. legalities A cornflower blue sky was a canopy today for my transgressions. I was lured into complacent dreams out back, slouched in an Adirondack revery, contemplating the expanse of lawn, bordered by woods and stream. In doing so, I must be guilty of something: the pleasure was far too intense. Somewhere down the lines of my history I learned to associate the enjoyment of sensual experience with grave guilt. Today I allowed my lover to kiss my skin in full view of neighbors who note my coming and going. He has not touched me in such a way for long years, and today he gave me gold. Yes, I was paid for my pleasure today by seductive heat. I was a harlot for Apollo today. Arrest me. Main Page This site sponsered by