In the dark

in the dark
a single candle
lights the way

Smell of salt

smell of salt
sand between my toes
sound of waves.

Soft moonlight

Under soft moonlight
she walked across the garden
and into the woods

taste of salt

taste of salt
shooting tequila
sting of lime.

dawn

dawn comes
bringing summer heat,
yellow sun

Until

until the
moon brought silver light
to the yard

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"What is Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba, that he would weep for her?"

William Shakespeare; Hamlet.

her face

the blackness
of wintertime night
hid her face

Bourbon

from my glass
the tinkle of ice
and Bourbon

Chanel

Her soft lips
brush against my cheek,
the smell of Chanel

At twilight

At twilight
rain began to fall
on the hills.

In she walks

In she walks
at quarter past nine,
late again.

Her red dress
in the right places
Oh so tight.

on her lips
a lit cigarette
and a smile

She orders
a Scotch on the rocks,
nothing more.

Her soft voice
the music of the spheres
to my ears