Sunday, June 12, 2011
Radomir Vojtech Luza
My Covington Girl
those brown leaf eyes
burned a hole through the dusk of my soul
and it will forever be free and true and yours
i love you
i love you
i love you
the burnt geronimo of your touch
your very feel
the dark brown age spots
of your years are
reasons more for the tears
i shed in this airport of asphalt and cement
you were not conscious
tending bar that
sunday mother's day in
new orleans
dawn floating from your brows
sex your dark ruby lips
and the marrow of life
your gray storm fingers
you are gold not silver
sky not cloud
i will never forget the jukebox
the oak bar
my best friend larry's innocent face
and the god in your smile
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