I have loved so many women that
It hurts to contemplate
Wavy haired stick woman
Who never spoke to me
The luscious few
Of kind eyes
That did-
Love, that love, ever love
never hate
On busses and in anger
I’m weeping when they turn away and
Laughing
My world, a world of love
Waking after daylight to
Her smile and
Her kiss
Looking at the station when
Her car is gone
This is how it starts
The creeping madness of admiration eternal
When we are simple
Like a good poem
Like I am
It hurts to contemplate
But sometimes the good, good people
Force your hand
Make you cry and
Enter your slumber like
Wavy haired stick woman
When you were fourteen
She rises like the sun
Rises like the sun
Puts my lower lip
Between her teeth
I have loved
So many women
So few
Have loved
Back
Bless her