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
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.