An Old Flame Poem by Gert Strydom

At the cinema I waited at the counter
to buy cool drinks,
some popcorn and sweets

with the two boys
waiting to carry the load
and then like magic
you appeared from somewhere.

Still the impressive chick
with cute smile, dimples on your cheeks
and now a fire raging in your dark eyes
your big breasts drawing the attention of men

walking straight up to me
and giving me a smack of kiss
burning full on my lips.

That moment will forever be great,
while I saw tenderness and something more,
heard the voices of the two boys
mingling into our conversation

and even when my pretty wife
later in the car
called you my concubine,
my whore
even though we haven’t had contact
in many years
as girls go, you are better than great.