I never gave them a thought. Years had gone by,
Many years. I had plenty of other things
To mull over. This morning I was in the dentist’s chair
When his new assistant walked in
Pretending not to recognize me in the slightest
As I opened my mouth obediently.
We were smooching in the grass by the river bank,
And I wanted her to peel off her bra.
The sky was darkening, there was even thunder
When she finally did, so that the first large
Rain drop fell and wet one of her nipples.
That was nicer then what she did to my mouth now,
While I peeked, while I waited for a sign,
Perhaps a sudden dreamy look coming over her
At the memory of the two of us running soaked wet
Past the prison with its towers and armed guards
Silhouetted against the stormy sky.