It was the Place
I fell madly in love with
Not him, not the time.
It was always
That Place, all the time,
Lips raw from kissing her
Broad-shouldered salty shorelines
Lapping up
Barbeque sun and metallic rain storms
Alike.
The tourist ebb and flow,
Hats, cameras, new sandals,
coconut oil and seaweed
Wet sandstone and dripping agave
Too numerous to name such
Stimuli.
Looking back
Only hurts my neck
Nothing is the same
The tower crumbled
Bright as the days that were
Electric storms that were not
Sunshine and Roses
As most memories
Belie
Buried in the sand
Toes and shells, glass and seaweed
Never and forever
There.
Photo by me, 'Monsters house from goon' taken 11/12/2016.
