My Bronwyn

There is the soft of strumming of a guitar echoing in what is left of my heart

Fingers quietly plucking out the notes as I remember the far days of that summer

Of hazy sunsets on the edges of the desert and being almost innocent

Housing deveopments spread out over the nothing

The feel of her body pressed into my arms and how we looked down together into the diamond that i'd stolen for her to wear on her finger

Our cups of cold kool-aid in our hands, the hard still warm curb our throne

My girlfriend...

She was everything that could have ever been or ever would be right then

A blonde goddess, fallen angel with her legs cradling me as her love, a young prince

How she took my new soul in her hands and showed me what love could mean

Taught what it was to be held close and cherished

Teaching how to love her in the cool dark of her bedroom

Our mouths touching as she brushed back my hair and drew me between the barely understood paradise between her thighs

Lazy smooth nights driving the freeways to the edges of nothing

Being so in like that no words were ever needed

And letting it be until there was a love that could not last

Dancing in the park under the glass globes of light

And running through the cold streams of water until her white dress was soaked through to her pale skin

That smile as she spread herself out across the wooden planks of a picnic table to let my still boyish fingers explore

Now she is gone on

And those summers are over

The picnic table is gone

But still i'm thinking of

My Bronwyn...