she loves the boy in the lighthouse

tybee lighthouse

She loves the boy in the lighthouse.
And she sits on her front porch in the breeze,
shoeless, with her hair unbrushed, waiting for his beam
to fall on her.

She loves the boy in the lighthouse.
She sits cooly, drinking rum and lime,
meditating on that breathtaking tower and how he makes her
feel like a woman again.

She loves the boy in the lighthouse.
She takes a long cool sip, purses her lips
thinkin’ ’bout how when he’s finished saving ships at sea
she’s going to lick him into shape.

She loves the boy in the lighthouse
and as day drifts away all orange, then purple and forthcoming stars
she’s thinking tonight, she’s going to send up a flare,
for her boy in the lighthouse to see.

This poem originally appeared on my MySpace Blog, Full Mental Jacket, on 08/12/2010

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One thought on “she loves the boy in the lighthouse

  1. I enjoyed this very much – bold, sassy, fresh, imaginative with a believable heroine. Nice!

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