I found myself Dressed in nothing But a pink striped towel Wet hair Damp skin.
Summer whispered Thru the driver's Open window; An Indian man Steering my fate As well as a male fare's Mute silhouette
'Drop me here' I muttered. 'I take the man first,' full lips oozed as dark eyes washed me, the taxi gliding quickly beyond my exit.
A dream is a dream is a dream Ignorance is fantasy Fear surged knowledge; He appeared In his car, for home we sped. 'What a dream!' I recalled as cool sheets hugged my chin.
Reality wrestled nightmare Morning peace? My satin legs draped the bed Feet crushing carpet Stumbling with sleep. A pink striped towel! Stunned I froze'
'I respect your privacy my friend, you are not my lover' I advised the mute as the taxi stole our destiny.
Salt breeze wiped my sweat Distant currents roared One by one the houselights Each went out A lantern rusted upon an upstairs table I knew I'd never make it thru the darkness.
