Terry Collett

Gold Star - 23,291 Points (13/12/1947 / LONDON)

What Lovers Do 47bc - Poem by Terry Collett

If Marcus
my husband
had knowledge

of what we
(my slave girl
young Amy

and myself
his bored wife

get up to
while he's off
in combat

on Caesar's
new campaign
he would kill

both of us
but the risk

of such death
can't compete
with this love

that we share
the passions
the kisses

and holding
just being

without him
shafting me
like some ox

a dumb cow
without his

this and that
his drinking
his boasting

of old wars
and his wounds
let him sleep

while away
with his whores
let them feel

his phallus
enter them
like a stake

into meat
Amy comes
I see her

young goddess
to attend
to the bed

to make new
then to bathe
in the pool

out of sight
of others
just us two

doing what
lovers do.

Topic(s) of this poem: love and life

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Poem Submitted: Monday, February 1, 2016

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