If I'm Truly Lucky

Father, don't you know
     This city life ain't the life for me.
I need the sunshine through my hair
     Acrylic on my skin
Smoke in these lungs.
     With the whistle of the wind
Blowing kisses at my bare, naked body.
     Cool crystal water washing away my pains.

There's passion in my bones
      For the Earth beneath my feet
Or perhaps, her body.
      Her crevices and peaks
The way she trembles when our lips meet.
      When it's all said and done, Father
I'll chase it down with rum
      Out here in this mountain are
And ponder how life begun.
       If I'm truly lucky, Father
I'll die before I am done.
 

Reviews

[Circe]

Well written piece with honesty and a strong sense of freedom.