Darling, must you always end
our evening with a pipe.
…and smoke up the room ….. thought
the scent of my perfume
was enough to keep you collared……..and content….
bkm 2010

funny, I can no longer laugh at the clock like you do, Darling the ball began years ago but I just started dancing, I must either make that glass slipper fit or accept that for this Cinderella its pumpkin time - Damn, that fairy godmother - bkm 2009

I bought a new broom because my old one would not come out of the closet — This one unlike the old spreads things all over to be stepped on - Causing me to come behind and mop up the mess I got myself into – bkm 2009

Dance with me Darling, make me feel like Ginger Rogers, make me love the evening, the music and you - For life stops only for a moment that Magic Moment - when eyes first meet in love - Dance with me — My Darling - bkm 2009
the room echoed with
silent laughter , a common thread
of Dior and Dynamite drew them together
love and lover -
unsympathetic he moved towards
the bar with a couple o f exposed rocks
“another shot of scotch,” he said, “no,
make that a double.”
bkm 2009

I have left strict orders not be be distrubed when I am sleeping - For I dance in my dreams – There I wear red shoes as bright as cherries a blue dress and sing “There is no place like home” Reality TV is too much for me- bkm 2009