Love At First Night
LOVE AT FIRST NIGHT
I lay there quivering
her arms around me
legs enfolding mine
foggy damp memories
of last night's passion
when acquaintance became
something heatedly more.
The nocturnal passion
of last night's bliss
vanished in morning rays
warmgentle rays, repeated
as if they had never gone
as if melting, subdued flavors
might erupt again (in our mind).
I should have thought
and so should have she
of her dayslater words
mountain muted, veiled
her mumbled dayslater regrets
"I don't really love you
Nor I ever will".
Rose 107 Fritz Crytzer
November 2016
Copyright © Fritz Crytzer | Year Posted 2017
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