The One And Only (Poetry)

I gave to you my sweetest gift
my body young and fair
my breasts were high sun-freckled fruit
that swung in summer’s air

We laid upon a couch of green
the meadow hushed and far
from prying eyes and jealous hearts
and anxious thoughts of war

The guns were out of hearing’s range
the dappled grass was high
I drifted on a blood-wave’s rush
your fingers on my thigh

Your eager mouth a furnace stoked
with every kind of need
and passion fuelled like oxygen
I hardly dared to breathe

I tamed the stallion of desire
I placed my virgin kiss
and sealed the moment on your skin
as though preserving bliss ...

Where are you now my sailor boy
since fifty years have flown?
Our couch of green’s long built upon
the meadowland is gone

The fruits you held are withered small
my gift I can’t take back
both life and love have lost their way
my days run on unmapped

Your memory stays with me still
our one ill-fated tryst
the romance of it left to fill
such lonely nights as this

Yet honesty has me admit
I’ve known no greater thrill
no other joy came close to it
and likely never will