(insert name here) was her name.
The oxygen & the hearth
to my zodiac flame.
Mon one-in-a-million Cajun Dame
W/ a spicy mirth and smile
T’thaw even the most icy-clawed crocodile,
Blushing in a rush t’crush down his obelisk
Of bro-man-dude-thing masculinity, his fingers crossed she’d linger
Just a smidgen longer, lost in the religion
Of her Ziggy Stardust pizzazz; the brisk,
Scat-singin’ jazz of her laughter
cleansing the jejune lesions of the soul.
The soft solace of her gaze
oft the only lighthouse among Life’s haze.
Not a day passed
We weren’t having fun —
Holly jolly love llamas
lollygaggin’ in the Mississippi sun.
Hakuna Matata. No drama t’preach,
Sippin’ on our cheap two-dollar gas station
piña coladas
on Biloxi beach. Outlandish as Easter Island statuettes
Standing in awe on the edge of the world
W/ all its catastrophe behind us; our peacock feathers unfurled
& our skin… O our skin electric off Freedom’s mojo in the air,
Feeding loquacious seagulls our crumbs
as they’d strut their bums
along the teasing tide
Clawing out t’where the mermaids would surface
W/ their inquisitive eyes —
“What kind of ooey-gooey enigma is this?”
They’d wonder. “Their intimacy tells no lies.”
Guitars, radios,
Cigs and beers,
Lights along the bridge,
Kisses on the piers.
Those would be “the days” —
Our cosmic kitties all a purring
W/ tails alluring in a sway, &
Our cameo in the interstellar flic
We call Love picture-perfect as the Titanic,
Where I was Jack, and she was my Rose,
And despite all the dangers we’d be exposed,
I’d never let her go.
We could spend an eternity
gallivanting from all evil.
And when we’d grow bored of the land,
We’d waddle into the sea hand-in-hand,
Diving down to the depths of its floor
Where entranced we’d slow-dance forevermore.
Memories I’ll never forget.
Romance I’ll never regret.
I miss you…. Whoever you are.
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