I stayed down Monday
at the Poorman’s Hilton
with the soft breeze
blowing in from the sea

You were my client
I was your lover
frozen in time
like pearls in the sky

We had seen one another
through the eyes of a stranger
I trembled in silence
and was covered in light
watching you turn in your sleep

The Poorman’s Hilton
now stands deserted
a relic of somewhere
forgotten in time

You were a sailor
I was a ship
on a tropical sea
many miles ago


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