The Women I love
One is a widow who closes her eyes.
One makes love with fractured English.
One talks in her sleep with foreign tongues.
One mistook me for a sane man.
One is divorced for too long.
One is married to a grumpy groundskeeper.
The other ran away with a gypsy.
Another is too far away to remember my age.
The rest are all born again virgins
who laugh when I make a pass.
They are my afternoon lovers
who leave their luggage in the hallway
while smiling, drinking, and smoking with dreamy eyes
remembering of a time when it all mattered.
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