For Doll (infinitely cool)

The storm rages outside as we lay nestled in your pillows and quilts, legs and arms enfolded in the way of lovers.  Smokey plays somewhere, softly, Ooh Baby Baby.   Coffee and smoke tasted on tongues entwined.  I am warm and peaceful.  No harm can come here.  I am with you. 

The rocky Maine beach hangs her blue moon.  Waves roll in and crash.  The breeze that blows over us tousles your hair as we pull the blanket up tighter, and I am there with you. 

(listen: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N9wEIbSqgSY)

You know, Lauren Bacall has nothing on you Doll.  Infinitely cool you are, silky sexy, a ‘40s style woman with new century edge.  Old school woman to my old school man, I know what this feeling is.  Wanderer that I am, I could not say it then,  but I can say it here… now…

 it felt like home.