CATBOAT

LOVE STORY

 

there was a victrola in the corner playing 1934

it seemed to be a new one that I had not seen before

and the hint, the shimmer of perfume took root upon the air

I turn slowly to tease myself, I knew she was here

as I recall she apologized for the tardiness, funny thing to remember

then I was a  boy who only noted the passing of December

she hit me wit that smile of hers as if the sun was contained

and with a kiss on my forehead she made me feel ordained

there was a stain on the bed sheets

of her blood and my tears

for the pain of loosing innocence

and the joy of sharing the fear

and the candle burned a silhouette etched upon my mind

it has never lost its warmth in all this time

neither of us took the money, we left it for the queen

we took the bed sheet, bought a catboat, and set sail for a dream