Poem | bowling for meaning...

Sometimes you loose

so much of yourself

that the things

you used to enjoy,

moments that twinkle

just shy from what

you once assumed

graspable.

Only fully realised

in moments of anticipation;

seem to reflect

immediately after,

only that you failed

to hold on hard enough.

I think to myself as

she grabs my hands and

rubs her own breasts between them.

I squeeze, they really were impressive

succulent - a  real turn on.

It was just moments before when

I really wasn’t in the mood -

and she could tell

Kind of made the whole thing fun

in this reluctant intrigue kind of way.

She gets more into it

and I'm already hard

so I guess we fucked

and to be honest,

i’m glad we did.

She left and I was left thinking about

how nice it was to connect again,

however fleeting.

I thought to myself as

she turns the corner

from the cinema alley

while I put myself

back in order,

that I still couldn’t

remember her

name.

But somehow, despite this,

it was still sad to me that

she never looked

back…

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