You sat out in the courtyard
bandana and a frown.
I must admit deception
‘I learn ze English, yes? ‘
You dropped your Yeats and giggled
I loved you, I confess.
We sat in that old Lincoln
on dimly lit black streets
you did undo my buttons
there on the bucket seats.
I was a clumsy student
of flesh anatomy.
Hands on was mandatory
for you and, now, for me.
I’ve never quite forgotten
my Peg from Lincolntown
and see her in my wildest dreams
dressed in a see-through gown.

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