Hate to see you leave. Love to watch you go

Pretty peepers on your hip.
Makes me waant to kiss you up an down.

Like that hollow spot. Between your collarbones below that swan like
Curve at the base of your throat.
Jesus.  So **** there.

So many little things. Pretty girl.
For me to appreciate about gods most beautifull creation. Bar none.
Woman.

I am a student of you have been all my life.
Lovely. Cradle of creation. Ectasy incarnate.

If he made anything better, he must have kept it for himself.
Or keeps it high on the shelf.

Woman.

The howling  storm caused the man to lay on the wind
Holding down his hat lest it twirl away . His duster stuck to him like skin.

A starless ink slack dark sky. No stars shone. The headstone glistened
Like sun bleached bones. Electric clash . shimmering wet. An image fading from sight.
Zig zag lighted  limbs  crackle in the distance. The hills they roll and clap thunder.

rain slick, black stallion slowly crests the hill yonder.
Slowly he rides a jangling gallop. Head bent for leather against the lashing weather.
He looms larger by the second.

The howling wind curses him,buffets him about.
He looms larger still in the pelting rain.
comes a horseman slowly jingle jangling again.

He reigns in slowly.Rises up in the stirrups.
White lightening glows and wickers.A booming wave knocks me to ground.

Standing above me the instant is mystic as no living thing could ever move this quick.
"Point me to the headstone of the Unknown soldier" comes through the air.
I look for his face under rain sodden stetson.No eyes no mouth there is nothing there.

Weakly I lift and point to  a stone that leans to perdition.The soldier Unknown.
His duster floats softly as he glides along. No stride nor motion a spirit in flight.
He settles not three feet in front of the stone. I knew with a certainty.

The soldier was home. Thunder pushed the night aside.
Lightening blinded my eyes.

Play Dixie. Blow taps.
Blow Revalie. Blow the recall.
Johnny Reb had come home.
From where he did fall.

Yes my dear.
That was your name on the marquee
Truly

   Fame and fortune  is a long way away.
Truly

But closer  still is love the rear view mirror.
Duly noted ?

Run away if you must but
truly why must you ?
All that you will find is
You.

Dont you know your foolish heart will not be denied ?
All illusions aside.
Sunsets are transcendent a thing to behold.
a new day resplendent waits.
  let your senses
remove fences
your eyes see the rainbow.

your ears hear the sparrow
your breath smell the pine

Truly beloved let your
your tongue taste the wine.

surely.

The speckled puffer fish was a greedy scavenger
a greedy thing with no agenda but to grab the hook
I used to hate to touch them.******* eyes staring
Huge gopher teeth bare and sharp.

I was Huck Fin Carribean
Bare foot and rural as heck
Dirt ring around my neck
The dusty roads
humid.

The sweltering heat and the river would meet us
in the mangrove Forrest as we walked the
Picado road to river's edge.
A cranky dory sat tied of
for our convenience with a paddle or two.

We pushed of and fought the tide
to get us safe to the other side.
Aunt Doris would stand with'
arm akimbo a cigarette burning
between index and middle
a tiny smile stayed put.

The  Muttruce , as we named it
Flourished because no one would eat it
so the river teemed with catfish and puffy.
we did not eat catfish either some cultural bias. Lucky cat
but that bias died when the market for him found Belize.
Scary little blacked eyed buck toothed *******.

Dont know if they are on someones menu now.
They seemed a bit scarce last time i fished.
high priced export on the orient express I guess.

Price of popularity is no privacy
eaten to extinction.

Head up , eyes open
mouth closed.

Am I a long way from your heart...I wonder.
Is this where love ends,heart ache starts...I wonder.

I wonder if you ever think about me and how lonely I could be
Sometimes...I wonder.

when you left with one last curious look... I wonder.
I tried to call ya, ya changed your number on me.. I really wonder.

How come your heart aint where it's supposed to be
I feel like sometimes your getting the best of me
Sometimes... I wonder.