All that I have left now
are cigarette ashes and tar-stained fingers
and memories of you
as I sit in the porch swing...alone
sipping my diet coke and whiskey
remembering how good we were...together
like hot apple pie and vanilla ice cream
like peanut butter and jelly or strawberries and cream
like Dean and Frank and the boys...makin' some noise
or Ginger and Gene, oh they danced like a dream
We made the whole world jealous
for a while...yes we did
on those hot, hazy summer days
when we'd meet at the oak tree
just off Johnson's old dirt road
your sweet summer embrace
I remember it well
and the smell
a vision of lilacs and a flower bouquet
we would stay there for hours
speaking of dreams...and of love
I'd get lost in your eyes
a mid-summer night's blue
and the heat of the day
like a torch cutting through metal
would spark unquenched desires
we would lay there on fire
welded together as one
the ground all around us being warmed
by our heat and the sun
and the soft gentle touch
of your warm tender lips
as you straddled my hips
a mid-afternoon shower
disguises our sweat
rejuvenating our passion
as it drips off of your hair
forming a shape on my chest
a heart shaped locket filled with dreams
now it's tears and memories
and I smile...as I stare into your eyes
running my fingers through your hair
lying there under our sheets of passion
hoping...wishing these days would never end
holding on...to this picture
in my head
from the night stand
by my bed
as I take another sip...and sigh
Gold trophy winner
Bronze trophy winner
Silver trophy winner
Honorable mention
Adding your comment:
I'm not sure what to say about it besides that... but I love it. Especially the ending, its so happy yet so sad at the same time! amazing.
