I saw her on the balcony;
she paced through silhouettes like my private ghost.
Marilyn Monroe undressed me.
Sipped a fantasy, called a taxi, then made a toast.

Earl Grey for the evening, my taste of the season;
winter is licking my old scars again.
I saw her in heat like she melted my reason,
exploding my heart, restarting my pen.

Pace, pace, pace, and never set footing. Eggshells
mix with coffee stains on your feet.
William Hearst did a line outside our hotel,
She ate my published work while I went out to eat.

Reverie enters the bedroom politely,
a rip at his shoulder straps, ventricles on his sleeve.
The abyss never misses a gaze that's this lively.
My reflection's so ugly it's hard to believe.

Dayum - I love this one.

wow....i love it all, but i gotta tell ya, these lines

I saw her in heat like she melted my reason,
exploding my heart, restarting my pen

blew me away.

winter and scars have always gone together, to me

nicely done!

bravo.. simply wow