the promise that her tenderness has no fences made her linger on my mind like a rough bottle of fine wine and as the evening rolled back daylights clutter of thoughts in my head that smile she flashed me came back to kiss my heart it came with such delight sparking in her sweet eyes that i just felt myself drowning in the moment with such wanton joys made me illustrious by her soft-spoken side made me happy to be alive...
once the sullen girl in baggy sweat pants and pink slippers dragging a bag full of noisesome beatnik romances she has grown to love freedoms road cast aside such tin-plated gods and rough-house boys that a pretty boy isn't a man if he wont make a stand found herself holding a wishing well coin and a map showing paradises shores and came down to find me again....
sitting in a coffee house full of lost voices full of magazine honeys chilling before the big break finds em listening to the sounds of heartbreak in glasses chatter and waiting for a road that made sense to me when she walked back into my life like a rough bottle of fine wine like a candlelight evening with true loves joys i will be here forever know that now florida moon-surfing holding her in my arms breathing the magic that is her exploring her romances
(dedicated my friend dean and his girl mary who i wrote this poem about)