Just because this happened before
doesn’t mean it will happen again
was her message to me over and over again.
Thank God I was in thrall to female kind!
They sharpened the maleness of my sentimental mind.
They made me almost creepy
in my poetry.
I was shocked by how unsentimental they were,
especially this beautiful one I kissed,
the one I went ape shit for, in the watery, drifting, mist,
under moonlight, or daylight farms,
in the car by a fruit stand where people were,
outside apartment buildings, indifferent
as her, even in the middle of kisses,
those monoliths of brick!
where people lived, ate cereal, got sick,
but none loved like us, none! Outdoors all the time
for reasons I won’t go into. We both had homes.
She wouldn’t return to one moonlight spot
where kisses almost frightened me. I can’t forget the mutual bliss.
I wanted her to become recurring
but she would not.