A Ghost Drives Onward to the Beach

By Crush_With_Eyeliner

An engine drives
the fist which
pulls - :
no punches.

My memory
traces the outline
of your hips
in cigarette
smoke.

We were lovers
once an
ocean of time ago.
The phantoms
of your skin
washing up
all along the beach.

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Published on Monday, October 4, 2010. Filed under: "Poetry"

Author's Note:

* 28/12/12 changed opening "the" to "an" as it fit better in my mouth. cv

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Comments on "A Ghost Drives Onward to the Beach"

On Tuesday, October 2, 2012, BetaWolfinVA (791) wrote:

simply beautiful...
On Tuesday, February 7, 2012, sheff (137) wrote:

Haunting. Superb.
On Sunday, May 29, 2011, jonLyndon (113) wrote:

"the outline of your hips in cigarette smoke" Beautiful. I love the simplistic illustration... epic in feel. The title is perfect. Brilliant!
On Sunday, February 13, 2011, carlosjackal (2787) wrote:

How the fuck did I miss this one? Or maybe I struggled for comment? Brilliant, brilliant piece...A muse-crushing tantaliser of a piece.
A former member wrote: Sehr gut! I like the imagery, and especially the last line. Mournful remembrances.
On Wednesday, October 13, 2010, slow.burn.star (84) wrote:

oceans of time, and yet, here you are.
A former member wrote: I love the very last sentence. Thats just effing amazing. I really like your writing style.