When I was young and callow
and could run for twenty miles
I met a woman, Karen,
both sophisticate and kind.

We met while on vacation,
I was her junior by five years.
Her eyes a vivid, limpid blue-
marred recently by tears.

She was on the rebound
from an instance of heart break.
I was young and willing
and,to be honest, a mistake.

It was a thrill to take her hand
and be invited in
I watched her undress slowly
so our passion could begin.

We did not get much sleep at all
though I'll not kiss and tell.
I will say for her recent loss
I stood in very well.

When I awoke next morning
She had dressed and gone away.
I never saw her face again
or spoke about our play.

We loved for one night only
when we wrestled in the sheets..
How bittersweet came morning
with no chance of a repeat.