On Love In An Hour Poem by Jonathan ROBIN

On Love in an Hour


He came, she called and conquered in a flash, -
a game which some attract, to some seems rash,
... but BOOM within a sixty minute span
is sc[r]am, emotions trampled into trash.

With glasses and with waiter tipped two go
to no-tell drive, live wires with youthful glow,
...sharp nails leave trails from knee to thigh but find
need cannot feed flow’s greed from top to toe.

So no hotel, no temporary abode,
serenity provides when oats are sowed,
...once strapped with liqueur lapped the sap’s renewed
with Jack and Jill in interactive mode.

No wrongs ? No rights ? may easy be to write,
With one last gift, precipitation’s flight, -
...to each in distant bed each, distant, lies,
while mind the moment keeps in black and white.

She CAME, then went convinced that pure and true
did honesty derive from nails so blue,
...a moment shared sans conflict, free from blame,
is that sufficient both for him, for you ?

Some day, betrayed by boredom, balding, grey,
some day with sagging breast, granchildrens’ play,
...“Love in an Hour” may yet return to haunt
with “Might have been Eternal” ? ... on your way !





16 March 2005 robi3_1367_hart2_0002

Responsum Mara Kirk Hart 1961_20xx http: //allpoetry.com/poem/990919


Love in an Hour


Hey mister- don't know your name
But would you like to play my game?
We'll go BOOM! Then have a shower
It's a game I call 'Love in an Hour'.

Finish our drinks then off we'll go
Don't let me drive - I can't go slow.
Let me wiggle my fingers along your thigh
The long blue nails almost make you cry.

To the hotel 'No-Tell' my dear sir
Where I'll lap you up like a liqueur
I'll remove your jeans with my teeth
Steal your temporary soul like a thief

Later you awake from sweaty haze
My last gift to you? A casual wave
As I flag down a taxi in the night.
Return to my home, no wrongs, no rights.

It was honest and pure and true.
You did me and I did you.
We shared a moment- a dropp in life's drain
Without boredom or lies, without conflict or blame

Someday years from now, your hair will be gray.
My breasts will be saggy, children will bray.
Our spouses will complain, their love long since soured,
But we'll smile and remember 'Love in an Hour'.

Posted AP January 10 2005 http: //allpoetry.com/poem/990919
Mara Kirk Hart 1961_20xx