7.17.15 It took such a long long time

After all the dust storms and the
incipient murmurs of your
hot breath against my neck

The time you stayed gone for days
The morning I discovered you
spraying her with the hose
naked
up by the garden

I think I grew up then
some
I think at 21 I grew enough to
distinguish between
protection, lust, and
sheer common sense

I think it took a long time
to let go of your limpid blue eyes
your way of entwining about me
and every woman you came upon

Like a bittersweet, spiked and
fast moving toward
any old
prey