Posted by: Gia Portfolio on: February 22, 2012
Startled to see Charcoal-rimmed eyes staring back at me from my reflection in coffee Black. You sit ashing your cigarette on gray stones of patio We laugh about time, circumstance. You look at me I look down at new stiletto boots Boots I wouldn’t think of buying before now. Now, when I’m to act sophisticated, [...]
Posted by: Gia Portfolio on: December 21, 2011
As the ghosts of January are approaching Sorrow holds my head in my hands. Even the light pouring through the window leaks with grief. Beside my gaze, he sits polishing the piano keys of yesterday. [...]
Posted by: Gia Portfolio on: June 5, 2011
We painted these walls ourselves tore off that yellowing paper scraped the glue base coat top coat Sealed our new love The clock has moved infinitely around its face since Then when we were one Now chipped paint cracks in the wall we neglected to preserve Our Love has no recording in history.
Posted by: Gia Portfolio on: May 7, 2011
By Robert Frost (my favorite Frost) Love at the lips was touch As sweet as I could bear; And once that seemed too much; I lived on air That crossed me from sweet things, The scent of—was it musk From hidden grapevine springs Down hill at dusk? I had the swirl and ache From sprays [...]
Posted by: Gia Portfolio on: April 19, 2011
The corpse quickly ends my childhood days. A fog of maybes wrapped in strangers Empty tables Guilty questions A perfect mask buys comfort, only for a short while.
Posted by: Gia Portfolio on: March 25, 2011
During your head on pillow phase, Strange noises emerge through passages of ticking clocks Carving giggles of innocence into a curtain of crimson love down stairwells of young lust. My tired feet Punch white holes in my history Winding me through you. 2001
Posted by: Gia Portfolio on: February 17, 2011
I wear the lilies like a dress. Moving to my rhythm, they creep; their dreams are dancing in my head and softly singing me to sleep. Violets lick my honeyed praises, whispering a shy spell to keep; their laughs are hiding my black wounds and causing skeletons to weep. Fires slip into my [...]
