11-16-2023, 08:52 PM
I peaked
47 years ago
and her name was Mary.
It was late spring
my father had just died
and she took me
into a house full of strangers.
It all seemed so simple,
the claw footed tub
where we showered
the bed where we made love.
A crystal hung above it,
and I woke at 3:33 a.m.
to see her sleeping.
At dawn I woke
to see her sitting erect
I tried to speak
she shushed me
because she was meditating.
Little did I know
I was half-way to where
I find myself again
reliving one night
and the clumsy climb down
it would take me
to reach it.
47 years ago
and her name was Mary.
It was late spring
my father had just died
and she took me
into a house full of strangers.
It all seemed so simple,
the claw footed tub
where we showered
the bed where we made love.
A crystal hung above it,
and I woke at 3:33 a.m.
to see her sleeping.
At dawn I woke
to see her sitting erect
I tried to speak
she shushed me
because she was meditating.
Little did I know
I was half-way to where
I find myself again
reliving one night
and the clumsy climb down
it would take me
to reach it.