she's driving down Highway One
with the backseat full of newly purchased wine bottles
she's been at this a while,
gliding through the turns
with his hand rested on her thigh

she can barely keep her eyes on the road
with the beauty of the coastline in sight

you're watching her

you're tracing the lines of her tiny hands with your mind
you're watching her lips purse and pout
you want to pull down her skirt,
bury yourself between
and still be able to watch the sun set over the ocean

she knows you're thinking these things
as she opens her legs slightly
and the skirt rises a bit
you see her freckled thighs
still tanned from months before

we are sun-kissed lips
and faerie wings for eyes
as we gnaw on our fingertips
to keep from touching

we have been here before,
without one another
in a life that doesn't matter now

there is nothing to tell that will make you love her less
her name is the falling snow on a February morning
and your hands are a carved pumpkin glowing on an October night

we are somewhere new
and we are dancing.

10/04/2010

Author's Note: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L_ez0KA2aA8

I can write about anything
in my dreams

Posted on 10/04/2010
Copyright © 2024 Ava Blu

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Joe Cramer on 10/04/10 at 09:01 PM
... brilliant!
Posted by Jason Wardell on 10/05/10 at 12:32 AM
I love that song, that book, that region, this poem.  I especially like the stanza starting "we are sun-kissed lips" and it closes so wonderfully. Oh, to be driving to anywhere from anywhere.
Posted by Anita Mac on 10/05/10 at 10:44 AM
The rest never seems to matter when something new sparks. There's something inherently lovely going on here... I love second to last stanza in particular.
Posted by George Hoerner on 10/05/10 at 12:21 PM
A great write lady. One of your best. Although I've been to California, I've never made it to Big Sur. Robinson Jeffers grew up there and is one of my favorite poets. Well done!
Posted by Laurie Blum on 10/05/10 at 07:06 PM
The title drew me to this fine poem and it didn't disappoint. I love the longing in this piece, not only for each other, but for the beauty of nature too. Sigh... a perfect moment in time. Beautifully written Ava!
Posted by V. Blake on 10/05/10 at 11:12 PM
"we are sun-kissed lips
and faerie wings for eyes
as we gnaw on our fingertips
to keep from touching." Stunning. Really. 
Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 10/06/10 at 12:45 AM
I enjoyed the build-up in this and loved the "sun-kissed lips" stanza and the "February morning" stanza. Great write. Thank you.
Posted by Steve Michaels on 10/09/10 at 03:03 PM
"we are sun-kissed lips
and faerie wings for eyes
as we gnaw on our fingertips
to keep from touching"

Dazzling and wonderful!
Posted by Nadia Gilbert Kent on 12/17/10 at 09:17 PM
Definitely captures something sweet and simple about that area. I like. 
Posted by Lauren Singer on 01/16/11 at 08:26 PM
im gonna assume you've heard the song "suzanne" by leonard cohen. but if you havent...oh god, do it.
Posted by Allison Smith on 03/20/11 at 12:38 AM
Wow! Nice work!
Posted by James Blaylock on 03/21/11 at 10:31 PM
I really loved the last 2 stanzas! Great writing!

 there is nothing to tell that will make you love her less
her name is the falling snow on a February morning
and your hands are a carved pumpkin glowing on an October night

we are somewhere new
and we are dancing.

Posted by JJ Johnson on 04/10/11 at 07:52 PM
This is about as erotic as it gets without being explicit. The imagery is spectacular and instigates my mind to go places with someone who shares my heart. The song adds some mystique to the poem. How much is real, from a memory, or all inspired by the music. I have yet again been introduced to another piece of artistry by you. The acoustic guitars are remanicent of David Gilmour's playing on Wish You Were Here, which is interesting in itself. This poem has me wanting to move back to California to watch the sunset over the ocean. jj
Posted by A. Reed on 08/12/11 at 08:21 PM
It is quite the drive.  I was born in Monterey, I know.  Lovely write.
Posted by Scott Utley on 02/20/12 at 06:20 PM
Ava - I had to log on after reading Big Sur. This work is momentous - I lived those moments as you guided me down Highway 101 - I too have traveled that stunning road - on my way to Eselen - I think this piece is pure genius in it's most essential expression ...
Posted by Richard Vince on 11/14/20 at 04:58 PM
this is incredible. beautiful and evocative. "her name is the falling snow on a February morning / and your hands are a carved pumpkin glowing on an October night" is just fabulous - i wish i had the imagination to write like that. wonderful stuff. (by the way, the video linked in the Author's Note is no longer available.)