Yetake Poem by Fred Babbin

Yes, there she is,
my Amazon, my female David
of flesh and blood.
She takes my breath away,
She was so smooth.

Hips like a Percheron,
strawberry red lips, shouting,
'Look at me! I am so
ready for love! '

Face to slay an army
and breasts to feed it
with a yielding, tender softness
that will fill my mouth,
with lavender nipples to suck on-

Legs to bend and grip my hips forever
untiring, tireless, she used me.

Go Wraith! go Memory!
You are dead!
eleven year victim of metastasis,
you no longer exist!
except in my memory.

And so I feed my still green memory,
unripe forever, for I am not,
and never was, ripe; but
rotting for three score years,
thus I write this melange
of hot folderol
that feeds my madness.