It had been years since I
saw her..
She said she'd return but
I wallowed away the years
in this bottle of booze
I die daily with my dog,
and this old trailer by the
ocean..
On some evenings I can see
her black hair and blue eyes
in a mocking red sunset
Oh, God, how my lips thirst
for her firery breasts..
But I dug my grave with my
own stupidity.. I never saw the
gleam of her soul
Only my pain can measure the
ticks of the clock, and each day
I fade into nothing in hells hourglass
I know I cannot endure one more year,
and only the debths of the ocean can
free my soul..
Yet, as though through some cosmic
stay of execution my eyes beheld a
mirage on the heated beach shore..
A figure of a woman moving in ghostly
fashion..moving toward me..
It was a momentary ray of light that
caught the contours of her face and
I knew instantly..it was her
A whisper of a lone ocean wave spoke
softly in my ear..almost saying, 'That
which was dead in you shall yet live..'
Never a word was spoken as we walked
hand in hand toward the shabby trailer,
and slowly undressed
The evening had cooled.. the sun had
set on a bottle of cold wine,yet nothing
..nothing of this earth could match her
melting kissses in that burning bed.