In that last moment
as the cloud lifts her heel,
and she floats, transported
an alien faery above his face

he blinks his wet eyes
to clear them
but her wings have stained
his eyelids
and she is there
again and again

scorching each dream
he has about horses
and twilight
and canned yams eaten with fingers

his big yellow fingers
she will think about
as she flies to the next cloud.

copyright 2008 Lizbon Grav. All rights reserved.

And further, a list.

1) I ran.
2) I remembered what I love most about running. It is the best cure for sexual frustration there is, apart from actual sex. (And some sex isn't even as good a cure as some runs.)
3) I had to work. And work some more. I invoiced.
4) I made up funny epithets for the boy formerly known as Hot Blonde. All in code so I can say them on the street to my friends and we can laugh our asses off without being openly rude, even if he happens to be standing right behind us. Not that I always back off from open rudeness, but I still have some scruples about hurting his feelings (why I don't know. Perhaps because I suspect he means no harm by any of it, and because he has been such a pleasant distraction).
5) I watched two movies featuring mondo dopey eye candy (aka. Keanu). Well, he's only super-dopey in the second: Johnny Mnemonic. And then it's as much the script as it is his flat acting.
6) I drank some very strong hot chocolate.
7) I contemplated for the seventh time my next tattoo.
8) I decided to knit some socks as soon as my copy of Cat Bordhi arrives.
9) I made a knitting-und-bier date with Miz Fury and Special J. Rock on!
10) I tried on my Fremen goggles (they are blue within blue) and decided they are awesome. Same goes for new running shoes (thanks Daddy - those were a present).
11) I wrote a little poem and flung it up on the Interwebs. Instant!

That is all.