she was a vision...








she was a heavenly creature
practiced in the art
of fellatio
self-gratification
and exotic dance.
she could go on for hours
and not break a sweat.
she wrote colorful poesy
for only her eyes
to see.
she wore a tattoo
of a pixie tied in ribbons
between her shoulder blades
and the day she left
was unseasonably warm
as the leaves
blew away
dying
like the love she had for me
becoming only a vision
floating in the breeze.


Keith Wesley Combs