The Living Dead

" I long for the
sweet summer nights
christened by the symphonies of crickets
scraping their serraded bows,
limbs lifting themselves and their melodies
to an unseen sky.
When your skin
is saturatured with baby oil
after a long day
of chamelion-like activity.
Changing shade after shade
of skin to achieve the golden
bronze blaze
made royal by acient epyptian queens
whos time ran out long before the sand that now surrounds them.
The nights where mystery
humms in the air
and chance is pregnant with possibility
Where country roads stretch out
longer than the fingertips
of two lovers being pulled apart
Where if things go right
a world can be created from the beginings of hope
that life can exists
purely between souls breathing
and living in a shared
succession of moments."