Friday, December 5, 2014


Your smile could stretch a mile across your face -
Your eyes sparkling hazel as I recall.
Like your slave I rose and quenched your young lust
And you used me to calm your inner squall.
I failed to see the lies behind your eyes
And never understood I was a pawn
In games you played when you were bored by life
And sought someone to guide you to the dawn.
It's more than forty years since my heart broke;
I still see you - platinum blonde and bold -
And I try to picture you in these years
Knowing like me you're busy growing old.
Do you, I wonder, ever think of me -
Young and yielding as I once used to be?

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