Poem Number 3358

If I loved you under a Proctor and Gamble Moon
Would it mean any less
Than if I had never loved you
At all ?
Would Mexico been any differernt
A loving ground
If you had not been
A lovely smoking lush ?
Perhaps our last time
would not have been our first
Laura, if i could stand
Your smell of booze
You may as well have cut out
with rusty tin can lids
My desparate love for you
Some where your red haired
Dolphin ways tied my soul and held it under
Weighted when even sense
could not say surface.. breathe.. live
Except die as i might with longing
when we were apart.. together
I couldnt stand your drinking
I would never ever sleep agian
If i allowed mty self to think
Of the freckled muscles of your back
Or the mexican sea sliding off your body
Ont he bus three hours from town
I knew we would meet
Ten minutes after we did
we were exploring each other
Under a giant blanket
Much to Mexico's amusement
And now Maybe I'd let you
Get all liquored up
and stick your tongue up my nose
When we made love
I guess I would do almost anything
If it would make any difference.
If I could make those first days last

very nice poem larry...the longing for what was/might have been is palpable. we all have one that sticks out as "it might have worked if only..." -pen
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...although the sicking her tongue up your nose part.....!!!!! -pen
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"red haired / Dolphin ways".. lovely, larry, though I also want to add my
name to pen's second comment! mark
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Trust Me !,,Nobody was more surprised than I was !!! Larry
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this is poetry Larry...........the ole pompous-back yard unfeeling critic......jake the snake
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Oh Larry... great work. -Juliette
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Larry, uh, shamboozling good, that means i loved it, clare ;^)