Three poems on women

Poem I

So many years spent

peering into the dark

brunette shadow

between her legs

as indistinct as her

mind.

 

Poem II

I can barely see
you in memory:
that first kiss
in the front seat:
I am so blinded 
by the glare
of passing time.

 

Poem III

I always tell her

to leave her high heels

on in case she feels

like walking on the

ceiling.

 

(Julian O’Dea)

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