She was older and should have been wiser
She had words to intoxicate and I was…
Her muse, she said and she penned
Awash in the ugly morning light
A pale dolphin sleek firm strong
playful tossing bed coverings as
if erupting from beneath the waves
in all directions pillows spray and
your mocking merry eyes dance
rainbows… she wrote I was sex
in old ripped jeans stalking cat
quiet over hard wood floors a
dangerous delinquent with a
dancers grace wild untamed…
but I was still young and ego
filled my desires to fill her with
needs and wants and then I left
after tempting her with dreams
sipped over wine on sun warmed
stones outside the Grand Hotel
as the sun sank glinting off tepid
waters of Mobile bay…
She was older and should have been wiser
She needed the man of me now and not the
boy of me then and what could have been.