He came today. Visited her
at the hospital. She was
in a mood, but he brightened
the day, bringing her cigarettes
and chocolates. He talked of
God and the Summer of Love.
She was part of that love that
summer, but no God for her,
least not where she lay in bed,
lights out, massaging herself
to a sensual joy in the dark.
He showed her a jazz LP he'd
bought. Boring **** she
thought, but didn't say. Her
parents didn't come, but he
came today. She lay there
her passion spent. She ate
a chocolate he'd brought.
She imagined she'd had ***
with him; it was a lonely sport.
Mar 3, 2018
Mar 3, 2018 at 12:15 PM UTC
He came today. Visited her
at the hospital. She was
in a mood, but he brightened
the day, bringing her cigarettes
and chocolates. He talked of
God and the Summer of Love.
She was part of that love that
summer, but no God for her,
least not where she lay in bed,
lights out, massaging herself
to a sensual joy in the dark.
He showed her a jazz LP he'd
bought. Boring **** she
thought, but didn't say. Her
parents didn't come, but he
came today. She lay there
her passion spent. She ate
a chocolate he'd brought.
She imagined she'd had ***
with him; it was a lonely sport.
