A Dozen Women That I Loved
Fiona you know.
She was young and I was her first.
She liked puppies, and horses and Jesus, too.
Lisa you know.
She loved her daddy and her brother
Until the moment she was run over.
Susan you know.
She had a pocket full of moments
And threw them at me when she wanted.
Heather you know.
She was independent,
And she swung her hips enticingly.
Mia you know.
She had her own basement apartment
During that one humid summer of searching.
Vicky you know.
She was a total woman and knew it, too.
She burned orange and then bright yellow.
Linda you know.
She had a great mind under that short hair.
But she had a thing for girls.
Cathy you know.
She was pure and sweet
And she liked to talk dirty.
Janet you know.
Lust on two legs who broke herself
Like waves against the rocks.
Laura you know.
Brooding, dark clouds shadowed her brow,
And she looked like a Japanese boy.
Jill you know.
She was hungry and didn’t know it,
Wrapped in her family’s pious embrace.
Brenda you know
She opened herself wide for me.
Our dusk came kicking through the fallen leaves.