Chrissie's New Love. Poem by Terry Collett

As I lay beside Beth
I think about Delia.

I guess I knew
it couldn't last.

She was
too wild for me
too immoral
and the last time
she slept with that
tall brunette
after the party
I knew that was it.

Beth is different
she's quiet
and loves me
constantly
and doesn't
betray me
each time
we are out
or after a party.

We met at a wedding
and Delia had gone off
with some girl
she was going
to live with.

Beth's parents
are good
and unlike
Delia's father
don't have an issue
with us
or what we do.

Beth has
turned over
towards me.

She looks
at me.

She smiles
I smile.

She touches
I touch.

She kisses
I kiss.

We embrace
face to face.

I smell
her perfume
and want to drown
in her eyes.

That long ago love
for Delia dies.