Bitter Sweet Memories
Early winter morning remembering
From the soft warm depths
Of an old man’s bed:
Walking through dark streets
Shivering with cold, thinking of
The soft warm bed she’d pushed me
From of with a final cuddled kiss
Before she snuggled back
Under the warm down duvet
So she was back asleep
Before I’d even left the room;
Stolen half nights with my Illicit
Blonde sweet lover girl
Leaving before the village awoke
So I wouldn’t be seen
As i slipped through the woods
And up the tree lined road
Back to the real world
Suffering the Guardroom banter
As I booked in and became
Once more a three figure number;
Time for a shower to wash away
The sweet smell of her love
Then uniformed and booted
The three day cycle began
Before I could once more
Slip quietly through the woods
Check the street carefully
Before I crept into her house
And back into her arms
And that soft sweet warm bed;
A love with no future
Stolen and finite
But the first sweet full love
Of a callow not yet man
And a sweet older woman
Compassionate kind and loving
Over almost before it began
Still fondly remembered
Across all those many passed years.
Copyright © Terry Ireland | Year Posted 2022
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