girlphoria readers,

like what you do, how you do it and wanted to find out if I have what it takes. this is a totally original love story with a twist. she was my first love. hope you like it:

she sang his sunset

there they were
walking the concrete
ribbon down the rolling
hills to the ocean that spoke
in broken fields of light below

his arm cradled around her as they
moved beyond the last vestige of
the strand. he guided her
taking those smooth long
sand strides with her
softly in hand

when they
reached the edge
of the great water
where the edge moved
in and out to greet them
and the sun fell big and bright
and rosey peach, they took their
front row seats in the still warm sand

he held her fine slim neck gently as she
sat in his lap relaxed and leaned back
he touched her hourglass waist as she
touched the wind with a song that
was pure as whispering strings

she sang until the sun was
just an echo of light in clouds
above. he stood and swung her round
in circles and with her silent under arm
walked through the dusk until they were home again

and then he led her gently to her favorite chair
and thanked her for the sunset song and
touched her strings to say adieu
until the music called again

(she was a 1949 Martin guitar, and my first love. there've been other flesh and blood beauties since then, but you know how it is with your first love)

thanks very much.

peace, over and out,

jim christ