I’ll never forget that cold winter
night when we left your high
school dance, paradise beats
rising in your bright blue eyes,
heavenly bells ringing in dazzling
destinies, dancing vibrations rocking
the jazzy scene, as we skipped across
the sidewalk to the sensual sounds of
Whitney Houston’s song I Will Always
Love You.  And as we breathed in the
soft soothing vocals, moments of desire
intensifying across the horizon, gentle
gleaming breezes whirling upon the wisps
of our hair and suntanned bodies,
we were as one like the waves curled
up next to the sea.  I pressed my hands
up against your smooth sparkling cheeks
and kissed you on your peachy lips,
a beautiful scenery lighting up the sky.
And as I bid you farewell, my heart was
in a place it had never been before.  
I could see the rings of passionate Saturn
brightening the flames inside my soul,
the scintillating galaxies reaching out
to my world, while I watched you from
my vehicle strut down the glossy pavement
singing in divine delight.  But out of
the distance, a dark shadow came running
towards your view, a tall malicious man
dressed in all black holding a firearm in
his hands.  I screamed out your name
and tried to come to your aid, but I could
hear the blazing gunshots pounding the
city streets, the late-night murderer fleeing
the scene.  And as I ran to your scarlet
mugshot kingdom, a world bleeding grey
and darkened death, split open and ripped
into jagged pieces, my life was never
the same.