Limbs entangled with the luscious blonde lying facedown beside him,
mind still bleary with echoes of last night's lubricious exertions, he
stretches luxuriously. Empty bottles of champagne clink and roll.
Burying his face into honey locks he mumbles, "Baby, i don't even know
your name."
From under the pillow a husky voice answers, "Bruce."
Cheech
Her childlike fingers paint music in the air
blind and reaching for the warmth of the sun
or conducting an invisable orchestra
of tired grey bearded poets
through the mad dynamics of hope
in a vast feild of blue grass
that streaches across time
like the devil's nightmares
or the dreams of an angel.
Garrett
"Nothing was said," she cried, tears welling up, "nothing was said."
Although it was just a moments babble in an evening filled with
conversation, the brief interlude with the stranger troubled her.
At first she thought she had missed a deeper meaning. Quickly she
realized, turning back to her drink, nothing had been said.
jason