Pornography

There's a picture of her on the Internet. She wears
No clothes, and, in it, she's still beautiful. I knew
Her once. Her name is Jean, or was. It might have
Changed by now. This Jean, a girl from the suburbs,
Shy and quiet back in school, has pursed her lips,
Has spread her legs, and placed her hands upon
Her breasts. She's illustrated with tattoos of satyrs,
Centaurs, other beasts, and I must say they leave
Me cold. I liked her better shy and quiet, blank,
But my opinion isn't apt to matter. She won't care.
I'm sure that she is wealthy now. The sleazy guy,
A spouse or something, who put up those
Photographs, no doubt, has called her fabulous,
And, in a way, I guess she is, but she's not who
I'd hoped to see, and I'm not someone who can
Overlook those sordid images. I'll turn and go.
Why shouldn't I?, and she'll move on. Somewhere,
Perhaps in Indonesia, she will pose beneath the sun,
She needn't worry about those who knew her once,
And wish to judge. I squat beneath this frozen sky,
And mourn the girl I have lost, though on appropriate
Occasions, I will dial up that picture of her
On the Internet.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2018-02-22 at 02:16

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