'By all love's soft, yet mighty powers, ' <br /> : Lord John Wilmont <br /> <br /> <br />by now <br />all he can remember, <br />curl of red on a flower bud. <br />That is how he knew her then. <br />Oh, he had opened her with his tongue <br />her tulip lips, they fluttered, <br />welcomed the horny sun- <br />of-a- gun unsheathed by her fingers. <br />After that it was pretty much <br />the same as always. Ecstasy. <br />But hard to breathe beneath <br />unsatiable animal fury. <br />He whistled and avoided a kiss goodbye, <br />anyway he got a free ride <br />out of town and on to the next. <br />He still smells the flower <br />every time he does it alone <br />in an empty bed. <br />Nameless in missing memory holes <br />he hums the eponym he can’t recall, <br />softly it carries him off <br />for now. <br /> <br />by now <br />she is fat and frustrated <br />no more hot throbbing clam. <br />That is how it was on the beach back then <br />her pussy lips, they quivered, <br />absorbed in pleasure <br />waiting for the inevitable. <br />It was pretty much the same. <br />Ecstasy. The smell of unwashed fisherman <br />invaded the cool night air. <br />No faking satisfaction with screams <br />she got a free ride <br />She was on top in her world. <br />His name was indelible, <br />nom de plume, I think he said. <br />She repeated it and wondered what it meant <br />English was her language <br />His performance wasn’t that good, <br />hedone-ism is what she called it. <br />His memory was better, <br />better than nothing <br />for now.<br /><br />Alan Bender<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/1-hard-time-forgotten/
