The Tao of Spartacus Jones: On Horses, Music, Life, Love, and Liberty.
Thursday, December 9, 2010
Long Time, No Sea
I remember her. The subtle rising and falling of her chest as she slept. Her raging fury when aroused. Our time together was brief, but passionate, And so long ago. But now and then I seem to catch her scent And I spin around expecting her to be there. But she isn't.