On the Golden Coast.

The sun burned my skin in California,

turned my body a golden brown by nighttime,

as we danced together in the streets.

You were my hero, my knight in shining metal,

drunk off the thriving evening

and even moreso off the liquor.

Or maybe it was me, drunk off of you.

One never knows.

 

I would have done anything,

And ask you did, with every breath, every movement,

every touch that burned my skin.

Leaving me silently begging for more of you.

 

I feared my pleas would go unsatisfied

as you smiled with your eyes closed

amongst the unsettled sheets.

 

I felt overcompensated for

when you were asleep next to me.

I could barely wrap my arms around you,

Never the less I fell asleep and dreamed again,

waking up years later, in a land far far away,

barely breathing without you beside me.

 

How cruel life is

to leave me in such a way,

knowing that the sun still shines on the golden coast

where my heart still lives in your care.

Reviews

[bob, small b. aka invs]

this is wonderfully descriptive. i loved the whirlwind quality of the relationship at its peak and the quiet pondering, looking back. very nicely done.