eighteen tight

at eighteen tight
she had me warm
exploding on
the sofa bed

in surplus trips
and aftershocks
and visions dancing
on my head

it was so long
so long ago
a learning base
a giving tree

at eighteen tight
she had me cold
and used up all she could
of me

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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