The first time I found myself
suddenly, unexpectedly
in possession of a chance in Hell
to make love
with a beautiful girl,
I wrecked it.
Botched completely.
The mood was all wrong,
in my mom's empty apartment
on a pullout sofa.
No music.
Nothing worth drinking.
What was I thinking?
The girl was perfect,
and she moved like my dreams.
But
I was clumsy.
I'd had no practice.
Prophylaxis was a parlour game.
Impossible.
I came a half-dozen times.
Pearlescent rivulets flew everywhere.
But never when I wanted,
nor where, nor how.
We still talk,
years later,
but not about this.
She has her own children now.
I have my own children now.
But if ever I find myself divorced,
******* I'd like a second chance
to strum the night sky
with the notes of her ecstasy
for the first time.
Nov 8, 2014
Nov 8, 2014 at 9:33 PM UTC
The first time I found myself
suddenly, unexpectedly
in possession of a chance in Hell
to make love
with a beautiful girl,
I wrecked it.
Botched completely.
The mood was all wrong,
in my mom's empty apartment
on a pullout sofa.
No music.
Nothing worth drinking.
What was I thinking?
The girl was perfect,
and she moved like my dreams.
But
I was clumsy.
I'd had no practice.
Prophylaxis was a parlour game.
Impossible.
I came a half-dozen times.
Pearlescent rivulets flew everywhere.
But never when I wanted,
nor where, nor how.
We still talk,
years later,
but not about this.
She has her own children now.
I have my own children now.
But if ever I find myself divorced,
******* I'd like a second chance
to strum the night sky
with the notes of her ecstasy
for the first time.
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