Dreams of Oscars like
sugarplums dance in their heads.
Hollywood’s Christmas.
Night before the Academy Awards
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Dreams of Oscars like
sugarplums dance in their heads.
Hollywood’s Christmas.
Kid in candy shop
I dab on product in search
of my true colors.
Longing to hug them,
I wait ’til they flutter near
like moths to my flame.
Handful of turquoise
begs to be strung with silver
draped around my neck.
Got a new camera.
What moments will it capture
in pixels and bytes?
Luminous suitor,
the moon dimmed by darkness’s
seductive regard.
greatness revealed in
the sound of splinters, words that
pierce my jealous eyes.
Let delight ripen
into a sweet juicy pear
True joy takes patience.
Her breath sounds like the
whistle of distant trains bound
for lands beyond dreams.
Dawn the breath of a
new day paused when night exhales
sunrise dimmed by fog.