(ruminations..............)

Casual, Cool, Imagining,
you take a night from these-
if only in this dream,
you spend quite a night in me.

We frolic and we giggle and we explode
in the physical
sense, but only in imaginations
you have spent,

like hard, cold nickels, you've lost.
The card folds fickle,
game is frosty
cold in it's hold, the dream grows brittle.

But Love is cold, She is old, I'm looking for a blame,
to synchronize with what seems lucky.
Would be better laying

with a stranger
who'd not danger you
with stranger conclusions,

that no doubt would have been led by the
unclear confusion
of someone who is you.

You're best spending efforts elsewhere,
I'm afraid I'd I have to cut my nails
or maybe,
wash my hair,

or do something that's not
you.
Sweet man, bid you
adieu,

fair luck, in your "-uck-looking" just be careful, the rut looking

back at you, is karma-hued
and boring,
here's to you,

and me....
Zealous-stained shirts
remind me of how loving hurts,

thus keeps my gaze abroad.

Lust launders what is sought
by us silly fools down here....

Cool Imagining is clear....

copyright 2007, Rose Loya