Brenda Poem by Alexandre Nodopaka

The first one
I hooked
for a straight
four years.
I was 26.
She was 19.
She was a looker
to begin
with a nice set
of knockers
even though
I had European
inclinations
that anything
exceeding
my cupped hands
was too Playboy
but then I was
no Yankee
mommy's boy
having weaned long ago.
To start
she was the absolute
most perfect person
on the planet.
No arguments.
Everything about this girl
was so amazing
that she was
sometimes thought to be
an angel or goddess.
She was the most
beautiful girl.
She was the kindest
most caring person ever
who would do anything
to make you feel special.
And she has
the cutest laugh
smile
face
eyes
and pretty much perfect
in every way
and it hurts to not be
around her
because she was
the most loveable
person I ever met.
That's love for you.
We messed a while
and when we finally
hooked up for good
by lying to our parents
and eloping to Reno
for a quickie
wedding
that didn't occur
until 9 months later.
Nah! No baby.
She already had one.
But boy!
Did we have fun
till then
playing house.
Four years later
everything
fell apart.
I became
an unwilling
Playboy
for the next
7 years
and the itch
was gone.
Remember
'twas the '70's.