Old Fool

I should have guessed that you'd leave,
And that your love, which I thought was
Genuine, wouldn't last. I bathed in your
Flattery, soared, a balloon, in your humid
Affection. I dreamed that you'd come,
And we'd fornicate artfully next to
The swimming pool, May and September.
That never works out. Now, I'm chastened.
You're absent. The pool isn't full,
And September, grown too cool for May
Or for anything, watches for snow
And the year's expiration. I should have
Guessed that your passion would pass,
And that I would find myself alone,
But I didn't. I was the fool for thinking
You'd stay. Everyone else knew
You'd leave.

Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2019-03-12 at 01:31

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Coo & Co The PoetBay support member heart!
A poignant piece, Larry. Members of Coo & Co like the balloon and the notion of artful fornication. The poem has a sense of a deflating balloon, especially in the final two shorter lines. It is well composed :>)

KYREUS of Sweden The PoetBay support member heart!
Grief for real.