One long night, you and I
Spent hours alone.

You were black,
I was white.
You were 20+,
I was 40+.

Your husband turned his back on you,
My wife turned her back on me.

Your father threw you out and called you, "Slut"
I thought you to be a fine woman and a kind human being.

In the small hours of the morning we made love.
The next day we were friends.

I have never forgotten you.
Nor how you taught me,
That love has nothing to do,
With age or skin color.

Why did I leave you?
I was a fool.

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I will never forget her.

Have a great day!

Don

Don, a lovely poem from a beautiful experience.

Thanks for sharing.

Sara

The Wonder of a Woman.

I am a mature male.

I have known birth, and death,
And all the variables of life.

I should not be easily led astray,
By the shape of a woman's skin.

Yet, it happens.

Why?

Leave that to biologists and
Anthropologists.

It happens.

I can claim a distance from the fact,
Yet,
A woman passing by takes my adult mind,
And turns it into that of a boy.

I see the woman shape of
Breast and hip and thigh,
And am enraptured once more,
As I was one night,
Over half a century ago,
When, from the street below
I saw a naked woman,
Walk through her apartment.

I have no explanation except,
That it is so.

Woman controls man,
Simply by her existence.

09/27/2010

Have a great day!

Don