Where has it gone, that green shirt?
- that shirt that started it all.
It was a dark, stormy night,
But being convinced as hell keeps you dry
despite your best efforts
you managed to bring the sky and the sea with you,
All for the price of two bottles of beer.
Sopping wet, you were irresistible.
So I drew that green shirt
over my head
And finally, said "yes".

you drew me down low
kissing me with questions
laid out on white clouds
as the storm screamed through.
you kissed me where it bled
and with blood on your lips
you tore my hips

and crashed
like waves
into rocks
into sand
into sea.

a light, a small fire flickers.

breathing softly,
you hum songs about the last of summers
as I lay there
emptied out
and new.

dawn colors
white cloud blankets red
and I stir
looking into reflections
on ripples
looking into
this new Someone
I knew I was.
hastily, you keep things
now forever lost
things I will never see again
storing them
in your blackhole backpack
and gave me a smile,
taking my hand to lead me home.

Walking hand in hand-
your lack of sleep, my garbled being
trying to make sense
trudging silently
shaking in the cold morning light.

Oh, where did you take me,
on that auspicious night by the sea?
did you keep the red clouds
to remind yourself of me?

The first journey I took.
The first of many, so says the book.
But always, on quiet nights like these,
I ask-
Will you ever look back
for that which you took?