carla runs laughing on white sand beach
dark sunkissed arms for sun just out of reach
and she stumbles and tumbles in red mist.
pirate ships disguised as cruise liners
float under crackling lightning flares
off coast from Miami where naked lovers
make love at easter in shallow blue seas.
her long black hair is rustled by a breeze
and she turns to gaze deep in my eyes.
at that moment I understand why I am born.