Fleas & Pearls
August 29, 2009 § 24 Comments
These are the days: too numerous to list.
Stomach clench, hot flush, salty rush,
Chakra-stopping reminders of times past.
And tunes; today Willie
Croons You are Always on my Mind.
You are in my body,
My memories driven by melody.
Now images join the orchestra,
Flooding topped with fleas and pearls,
Rippling choked tumbling waters.
No regrets, no regrets.