I dreamt last night,
of Carlotta.
That beautiful stranger
I'll never forget.
I traced kisses all along
her neck and shoulders,
and of course,
she smoked her cigarette.
I stared deep into
the still sea in her eyes
And as soon as my mouth
found her lower lip,
She closed her eyes and cried.
My hair let loose on,
either side of her face.
Like heavy curtains
keeping her from the grey.
The intoxicating taste
of her salty skin.
My only breath, she takes away.
I dreamt again,
of Carlotta.
That beautiful stranger
I'll never forget.
And did I mention, she loved another?
I fell in love with someone,
I never met.