Women, Women, Women.

Her hair was always covered with flowers and i swear you could almost see the sun rise rom the corner of her eyes.

Her eyes like two moons crowding the sky.

I look away; something fat out there distracts me, and then, i look at her again and i remember what it felt like when i saw the ocean for the first time.

She takes me away, far  away, and maybe even far enough.

I could go on about her forever.

If there's a paradise, then it exists inside other people, and i swear, everyone deserves at least one.

Mine was five foot six with long hair and a nice smile.

Robert M. Drake.