Her pink breast ripened by the sun,
I only stared all the hot day,
Smoking dull blunts in the wind,
Drinking the cold champagne away,
Down along the coast life slows,
Nothing seems to move,
Flesh is the worldly current,
Sex is the jazzy midnight groove,
And all the while we fight,
Like alley cats dug in on the wall,
Sometimes I think death would be alright,
But pleasure stays the fall.
Loving deep into hot night,
Mornings find another gear,
Slower and more intense the sight,
When alcohol and dreams summon fears,
All month it turns as the wheel,
Grinding us asunder,
Finishing, a punishment so real,
Intense the lightning, the thunder.
Oranges and eggs, toast of tar,
Coffee black but sweet,
Whisky and cigarettes by star,
Sweat has stained the cool sheets.
We’ll return at last,
Stupid working class slobs,
But living the recent past
For all the other mobs,
Go there, see the white foam
Feel the breeze raise your skin,
Hold her hand in gathered gloam,
And know, at last, love again.