Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

yes she had an honest face
chiseled by Irish genetics
the truth was awash in those sea blue agates

mirrors of her goodness reflected back
in caroms of sunlight, and I was hooked
from the very start, I didn't need a back story nor resume'

instant karma like Lennon sang, as we descended
the hill across from The Baltimore Museum of Art
down into Wyman Park, the band was The Almighty Senators

and they're still playing today, you and I not so much
we had four great years, magical while it burned
but that kind of heat can often be destructive

I found one of those little plastic telescopes
with pictures we had taken on the beach in Ocean City
you in a blue and white bikini, my hand wrapped around your hip

you were a looker as they say, we were so young
with our tan bodies and white teeth, in the background ocean waves
breaking onto the shore like manic grains of turbulent sand

windswept history, years washed away in the ebbing tide
I'm glad i still have this little turquoise telescope to remind me
this really happened

Sex and life are two different things, though intertwined and damn near impossible to tell the difference at times. Sometimes they leave physical reminders of our good places visited.

a small totem of my spirit animal
hangs from a peg in my fireplace mantle
as does another from my bedroom wall
gifts from her
my own Lady K
met her in Ann Arbor
those eyes, those eyes
she bewitched me
pretended for a year we could make it work
but we couldn't
too many miles
geographical and otherwise...
still say "hi" at Christmas
waiting for her reply...
waiting...