What I’ve Learned In Aspen

Reminding people how much money you have will get you whatever your heart desires.
If someone earns less than you, treat them like a pile of steaming dog feces.
If you’re having trouble getting what you want, throw a tantrum.
The person with the most expensive car ALWAYS has the right-of-way.
The phrase “Don’t you know who I am?” automatically excuses you from all responsibility.
“Local” is synonymous with “peon”.
Trees and mountains are infinitely more beautiful than people.
I need a change of residence.

Of Passion and Music

You will take my hand
And give me yours
In a single motion.

In a night that will be
Conveyed by touch
And the ardors left
In the tangles of my hair –

I will kiss each sigh
That lingers by the corners
Of your mouth.

When time will be ours
To taste, to savor –
And what has ripened
In the wait.

In that first night –
The night of passion and music.

by Suzanne Bronson on Thursday, May 14, 2009
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© 2009 Suzanne Bronson

Gather

Help me to gather the madness
That lies between us;
Your kiss in my mouth
And your voice in my head –
Imprisoned by thought,
Every breath has your name –
Helpless in my own mind.

The Music

There is a song for you
Lying in my bed;
One that waits
To be written.
A music –
Shivering to be found.

Remind Me

The next time we meet
With that brief greeting,
If my face should brush
Past your unshaven cheek -
Remind me to also covet
That place where I lost my soul.