I read this in the Portland Street Roots - Oct 17 2008 issue on page 7
The heat from the fire
Silhouettes the dancing shadows
Cast from us huddling to stay warm
My stiletto heels begin to dance with the pounding of my heart
And my hair weeps down my chest
So it calls a memory soaked after
The electrical storm as we
Sit in our helpless shelter
And bring on the infinite boredom
Beginning to appreciate
Each other's warmth
How I would spend this moment over and over
And hope this night would never end.
