Gorgeous … lost …

For Shelly                                                                                               
I went to sleep
thinking about tonight
how we both kicked off our shoes
to dance the night away

and how I kissed you then
and you kissed me

The music stopped
and it seemed as though
I had always been your lover.

Sept 77


I’m not sure
how I came to be in your bed
on that Saturday night.

Perhaps it was your unsteady hand
or the way
you pulled your red night gown
over your head.

As I made clever promises
you raised your fingers to your lips
then touched your breasts
stopping my
unnecessary pretence of love.

Not fooled by my need for explanation
you, apparently, needed nothing
except to make love
as if
your warmth was a wall

March 1976


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