I'm writing with a purple pen, <br />air conditioner humming noisily, <br />blessed relief from July heat, <br />midnight ticking at the clock. <br />(Geraldo talks to Dennis Miller <br />or being in the line of fire... <br />just another cable re-run.) <br />Sky's a darker hue of purple, <br />color of midnight. <br /> <br />Full moon flirts with clouds: <br />pale orange orb breaks <br />into pure silver light. <br />Ice crystals blown away, fool gravity. <br />Sky looks cold. Imagining winter, <br />I shiver in summer's furnace, <br />imagining how your skin would feel <br />cool
