Sometimes I was the one aggrieved, At times, the one aggrieving – With her, the fault lays all with me: Tale told, without deceiving I chased her, summertime to fall. Tore down her barriers of doubt; But once I got beyond her wall, I couldn’t get back out – And panicked when I found back … Continue reading "Love Spasm the Eighth, Part 2"
What makes love strong can also make it painful. A college boy, and she, a college girl – We wandered in the autumn of enjoyment And let our flags of ecstasy unfurl It wasn’t what was physical about us: The question that we answered in our quiz That, although brief, reminded me forever That perfect … Continue reading "Love Spasm The Eighth"
Do not ask me how it happened To this day I’m not quite sure – A girl who I went to church with And a friendship long secure Spoke to her Christmas vacation She was helping church day care; Said, “Why don’t we catch a movie?” She said, “Sure, then. When and where?” So that … Continue reading "Love Spasm The Sixth"
A brief attempt at a long-distance relationship. And a cat.
He asked me was it serious I said I didn’t know; But I needed to talk to her Before I had to go She lived just down the way I met her just outside her place: The breeze was blowing, as She brushed the hair back from her face I said, “Last night was wonderful.” … Continue reading "Love Spasm The Fourth – Postscript"
I had a friend who loved a girl But dated her roommate: We were then both in college He lived in another state I travelled up to his school Without notice, on a whim: The Friday that I got there I could not see much of him Because of things he had to do. He … Continue reading "Love Spasm The Fourth"
Written six months after first telling the original story and fifteen years after the original events.
She was a social worker Who I met amidst my blight; A willowy obsession I would dream of every night She knew she had attracted me And so she left the case: As I, ravaged with illness Rued her absence In disgrace
What she did was cavilling Herself she had indicted; And though she tiptoed round the truth Somehow I think I liked it She sang her song of innocence As sweetly as the birds; Then picked my pocket clean While I was hanging on her words A carny and a gamin What you saw was what … Continue reading "Love Spasm the First"