The Poet

The Poet

Sunday, August 29, 2010

Random Memories Of An Affair (A Decastitch)

Yes, there was smoldering heat

back in room two-twenty-eight.

Promise made, never to be kept.

We sexed and talked and slept.

The waitress who looked at us like

she wanted us both on her menu.

Hot dogs, chili, and desktop sex-

at your office when it was closed.

Funny; what I remember most

are Snickers bars and thigh-high hose.