mark king

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The Jagged Edge Of Love - Poem by mark king

At sea time does not exist
We are one with the ocean
Headed towards fates unknown
Tossed about like birds
In the wind

I saw her face
In a dream to which
I did not want to wake
In the morning facing east
Just before dawn
Tasting the salty air
I could see the city lights
And knew land was coming
But nothing more

I held that dream
Walking with it
In the middle of the night
The full lips
Curly long blonde hair
And eyes that sparkled
With an unseen magic
It seemed
Maybe she was looking me over

Sailors do not do much
When stationed on land
Maybe it is just to still for us
We rest, eat, drink,
Chase women
And do little work

A few weeks later
The club was crowded
With sailors, marines, rednecks,
Tourists and little old me
I was sipping on my Finnish vodka
Minding my own
Grooving in the southern rock
Just glad to have my feet
On the ground

The face I saw in my dream
Was sitting across the bar
Our eyes met
As did our smiles
I saw a burst of fireworks
A bouquet of flowers
Balloons and rainbows
I could hardly breathe
As I moved through the masses
Like a snake
Slipping and sliding
Closer to her

She watched me
Make my way to her
With that smile that never stopped
The band was playing
“Molly Hatchet”
As I glided to her side
I whispered my name into her ear
And she whispered back to me
Her name in a wonderful
Southern draw

I suggested we take a walk
On the beach
So we could get to know
One another
It was a hot summer night
And we left our shoes
Hanging on my hot rod Harley
We walked through the surf
Hand in hand
Really not saying much
Because our hearts were one

In the follows days
We were inseparable
And the ingress to love was brief
There was no distrust
Or in securities
We never had to use
A lot of words that said love
We just knew
And we just were meant to be

Months after we said
Our vows and promises
Of sweet love
To a navy chaplain
We made lots of love
With her long curly hair
Falling all around
And when ours eyes locked
It said more than words

On a cool southern night
We took the thunderbird
To see “Heart”
At the colosseum
The sounds filled our ears
As romance filled our hearts
Our lips met
And our tongues danced

That night
So little did we know
It would be our last
On our way home
Holding hands, laughing
And flirting
As a black fate approached
Maybe the drunk driver
Never saw the red light
No body will ever know

He drove through the light
And into my heart
On impact he died
As did my love
Love turned colorless
And lonely
As my heart hardened
Their suffering became mine
Maybe because
They could not finish this life

And still to this day
In the middle of the night
I walk with her on the beach
In my dreams


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  • Shutter Queen (10/10/2008 8:55:00 AM)

    This is amazing! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! I love it. I love it. I certainly love it. (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, October 10, 2008



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