You had the most amazing
pubic hair
either there was none there
...
I look into the darkness
& only see the darkness
staring back at me.
...
The monkey too tired now
To dance
And feeling stupid
...
A strand
of light blonde hair
gently blown
...
I soft soap
your breasts
your nipples
...
Her right hand
lingers among my poems
collecting words
...
We kiss
on the edge
of the cliff
...
Here I turn
the pages of the past
& “that” January
...
He coped a feel.
Didn't realise it was a cop he was feeling up.
...
I’ve got a poem
on my brain
but nothing
...