The sight of two Ghosts from the Past I knew
Clothed in collegian Dress, my old Blues
Huddled by a Wall in an old Tap Room
While Smoke blew in ringed Clouds, near bottled Booze
Which thumped on ring-stained Pine. At, with a lean,
As the bare tummied Girl slanted her Hips
To touch his Buckle with her cotton seam,
I watched whirlwind Music touch kissing Lips,
My vagrant Stare, their soft, slow Thighs rubbing.
I, like a faraway dumb Star, blinking,
At a hot Earth, arrogantly steaming.
Two Faces, Bodies arched, Lips caressing
Me, sipping, Thinking of a bygone Day.
In a Time, when we gave Ourselves away.