Her Green Eyes On The Beach At Sunset

I once met a woman on the beach in Ventura

                                       She took my picture near the shore

We had dinner at a Chinese restaurant on East Thompson

      Our conversation did not include any mention 

                                       Of Proust

                                       Or Buckley, Teasdale or Kerouac

We talked of how we had both ended up on the beach

                    Me visiting SoCal from Alaska

                    She from just a few miles inland

                                                            Valencia

                                       She had red hair, with a hint                                                  Of russet

Had a condo not to far down the road

                    After two hours of pleasant conversation

                    (Not, of course, to the staff working late) 

                                       We left the restaurant

                                       And went to her place

                    A nice little condo

                    Befitting a hairdresser

                    Not too far from the college

We stayed up until the wee hours

                                       Me sketching her as a mermaid

                                       Or maybe a Selkie

                    She sharing her collection of erotica

                    Or rather, her copy of Madonna's book

Eventually we both grew tired

                                       3:00am

She brought me pillows and a blanket

                                       She went upstairs to her bed

               I slept on the couch

                         She had eyes like emeralds