THE WOMAN LAUGHS AT ME

She doesn’t still know it

but she is the one who is for me.

Even though she laughs at the matter

of love-making, for she knows it but shares it

just with her friends,

that I am reeking with envy for

her use of the letter P for Pleasing me

and Po for faced with light and go-for-it

tangs of smelling used salting

that does not heal the wound

she left in me,

but does ask the question:

does she know it is Wednesday or Thursday

this week that I see

her again?

 

COPYRIGHT BRUCE E SAUNDERS 2017

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