We met on the lawn by the swans’ pond.
They lifted their wings in unison, poised,
awaiting her approach, her legs like wings
that had given me her life to lie
between. And her blonde body was light
on the water. She was going to Los Angeles
alone, to meet a lawyer who loved her nude
on their nude beach, made with her a child
so she might live forever after with his vow
to give her what she was accustomed to.
Nights we could not resist, days of absence!
I so loved my world I gave her away.
Cathleen waiting, to whom I was betrothed.
She did not pace, my love, she did not look.
(12 January 2013)
copyright 2013 by Floyce Alexander