Beautiful Jenny…

Beautiful Jenny…

(April poetry number twenty-two.)

Once brave man thought the world was his world. He was fearless and he thought his world was wonder and miracle. He found the prettiest gal in Ann Arbor. She taught him. Love was sweet, love was wild, and love wasn’t forever.

She was young, filled with hope and energy. She made him want things forgotten. She taught him, the sweetness of the kiss and the midnight dances. He cannot forget.

He wrote into an old journal. Beautiful Jenny, my beautiful Jenny. Please forgive me for falling in love with you. I didn’t know you were just loaning kisses and borrowing sexual dances. You wanted adventure and skillful hands-on your tender skin.

Tonight, I told the liar’s moon. Love be sweet, love be damned. I remember you.