Everlasting
I always think of us as young
you still blooming and me too fresh
Like the time when your little body was huge
with our boy
we really rocked the cradle back then
or that time
in some cheap hotel in a scuzzy British resort
was it Skegness
When we
both a little drunk
shook a bedstead loose from its frame
Our bodies made a wild kind of poetry back then
not gentle
We fell into whirlpools of frenzy
unholy delights flickering red in our eyes
Do you recall old girl
Such passions rekindle themselves
through time and distance
they dance on everlasting
though with much calmer flames
and a more steady propriety
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2023
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