On the stereo
Tony Bennet sings
longing for a city
on a bay
where's he's often been
out beyond the cable cars
and rows of sandbars
the Captain's long clay pipe
curls smoke rings
tapping a telegraph
to seagulls on a homeward path
as she turns her cinnamon back
to a passing barge
her arms are folded
then relax and slip
down past her heart
where a saffron coloured scarf
clings to her form
and to her
fingertips
an evening breeze
sails in on slender wings
as goosebumps reveal
on her flesh
a blush
and then a thrill..
beyond Enchanted Point
the breakers wave
and sailors sleep
in silent graves
syncopated raindrops tap in a steady beat
on a skylight window pane
as windchimes whisper secrets
mixed with a splash of evening rain
My mermaid lies
on faux silver fox fur
our lips press wine into kisses
while the cat's whiskers
shiver in a purr r r
crystal glasses glide together
without a miss
drifting like a feather
onto a couch of Danish wood
and English leather
the fireplace speaks
the language of the elves
night approaches
and we slip into ourselves
the charcoal burns into a glow
and We start to dance
smooth and slow
just being...

the apache kid