when
she
said
she's
got
feathers
in
her
hair
she
gets
down
to
beat
poetry

santa
baby
all
i
want
for
christmas
is
you
little
drummer
boy

granny
said
she'd
pray
for
me
and
she's
the
only
one
I'd
let
do
that

'twas
another
cold
dark
autumn
morning
the
kind
that
becomes
winter

his
headlights
in
the
darkened
autumn
window
inauspicious
and
bright

love's
a
hand
me
down
brew
i'll
never
know
a
sunday
in
this
weekday
room

- peggy lee

i
saw
his
face
and
my
pussy
wetted
warmed
and
i
ached
to
touch
it

raindrops
in
my
tea
the
fire
was
inviting
my
husband
gave
me
his
kiss

the
cats
howled
at
each
other
their
ears
bent
the
rain
pouring
down
the
moon

he
came
up
behind
me
with
breath
and
held
my
hair
with
both
of
his
hands

maybe
I
need
your
loving
maybe
I'm
nothing
without
your
loving

they
think
i'm
something
but
i
know
i'm
nothing
and
it's
ok
with
me

crazy
rains
came
from
what
I
figured
was
the
anger
of
a
goddess

he
said
sophistication
is
knowing
how
to
be
fluid
like
water

I
walked
in
the
rain
I
didn't
want
to
but
when
I
did
I
felt
better

the
song
is
about
the
sky
and
how
my
heart
sings
when
I
see
you

the
wedding
portrait
hangs
in
front
of
the
white
curtains
the
kitchen
windows

the
river
looked
so
pretty
from
where
I
was
sitting
in
my
parked
car

the
universe
is
talking
to
me
again
give
us
a
minute
will
you

not 

unlike 

her 

rose 

garden 

the 

madam 

and 

her 

brothel 

were 

well 

kept