Pale
shadows bump & grind among damp
palm
trees & their muffled voices…
“How
many candle-lit beach scenes does it take
to
pry the lid off your Peruvian kimono?”
The
sunlight filtering down thru the
everpresent
haze.
The
Colonel told me that I had eyes crazed from
a thousand years of killing whales. I took it as a
compliment & put on my
sunglasses.
The
sky was scrawled with lipstick
&
I was burning matches to keep warm while
reaching
for your hand because you know
we’re
both alone.
