Old Stories

4 November 2007
Headingley, England

I’ve not forgotten how your back looks like
Full of black leopard spots and beauty marks
Or velvet feel of blond down near your ass

O no, — now that autumn is nearly done
And scarce a yellow leaf remains aloft
I can’t forget long walks on leaf-strewn paths

Or the moist feel of your two cherry lips
When pressed against mine in an alleyway
So furtively you’d let me steal a kiss

But now that winter is nearly about
It’s time to settle down and write stories
About a past more remote than my heart