Meeting An Old Girlfriend Poem by Jan Oskar Hansen

Meeting an old girlfriend

I met an old girlfriend from the days when we were
in our fifties, it had been a tempestuous affair.
Since she was not driving any more, I drove her home
to her house.
She invited me in for a coffee and before we knew it
the sex urge was back, she put a leg on a chair and leaned
forward over the oak table, her body shook when she
I had an orgasm.
We went to bed I was taking her from the side, and we giggled
about who was moving first, she did, and we were at it again.
She screamed when she had an orgasm and exhausted fell
Asleep snoring softly looking eighty.
Since I had no hot water at home, I took a hot shower
in her bath, dressed ready to go but looked in her bedroom
to see if she was ok.
I wanted to go home and write something I had been thinking of
Next day at the supermarket, a woman approached me and said:
do you know who is dead? She said her name.
I said: sex at her age how awful.
They found a man's underwear in the bed. and I hoped it was clean
since it was mine.
Now I could understand why she had not been ringing me
as she had promised.