Nineteen sixty-four

an old fifty-six Chevy

my hand between your legs

your head between speckled stars

I never saw them

not the ones you loved.

You were beautiful to me

wild funny and carefree

exploring my mouth

mining for something we wanted

but didn’t know how.

I left in army khakis

never to see you again

a sad story I’ve not forgotten

today or tomorrow.

Did you die just as beautiful

as that night in nineteen sixty-four?

I’m sure you did sweetie

wish I could have said good-bye

hugged you one last time

and ask for forgiveness.