THAT FINAL TIME
Ellis D. Cooper
Her white body that final time was
mine no more, being his and certainly
gone: heavenly love-urged coital odors
soon forgotten amidst
memories of stranger lovers.
Still, by the black curl of
hair - near her ear - I found
and had lustily to kiss
again the mark he'd
left there on her skin.
Deeply sad and redly alone,
palely now loitering, once I knew
the way; once I knew.
But now I do not do what
all you simply chosen lovers do.
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