Then. Poem by Terry Collett

Then.



Then she would say
if only I’d met you

before him
and you’d say

yes but that
is how it is

and those quick
chance meetings

in back offices
or far away cafes

or in the elevator
going up or down

when alone
you kissing her

and feeling
between thighs

and she
letting out

that oh god
take me moan.

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