South Carolina, USA
The door, shutting
as a shadow slid effortlessly beneath.
Saying Ciao, Haste La Vista and
so many other goodbyes into the twang
of nightís string guitar.
Click, click into the eve as echoes
swallowed themselves whole in
the sewer drain. I miss you, you
just left, with roses for cheeks and
lipstick smears on my navel. Night
tugs me to the rumpled sheets, crumpled
packs and empty glasses....Memories
stir...swirl the bowl of lust again.
Cackling softly, the crackle of coals
calling. Warming the chill of air
floating above the sill, wishing to
be free to roam the night, flipping
skirts too short for winterís winds.
Wait! My mind feverishly screaming,
drowned by the hiss of a train before
the leave...destination of tomorrow
as passion ebbs into the darkened corners.
Will you? Will I hear the click of heels
on skyscraper legs as chilling winds tug
the mini and blow the mind away?
Ciao Baby, Iím listening...