The Poetry Kit MAGAZINE


CITN 13 - December 2002

Rose; who died two months ago
by Louise Wagener
forgive me Rose
I needed to feel something alive
inside me
it wasn't making love
that's something
only we can do
I only drop
my pants for you
or for the best of men
but then for them
I ‘m every dream
they’ve ever had
their every fantasy come true
I explore the lucky bastards
body like a mother
intermit with places
they’ve forgotten
play scrotem squeeze
till ball ache
makes them squeal
massage away all care
kiss and scratch
until they feel they will explode
and beg to come
in return they grab
and squeeze a tit
push fingers into pussy
and I moan a bit
and think of you

(Louise died in 2002)