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Dec 22 2021
A woman of a certain age.
She was coy about this.
But not much else;
the wild life she'd led,
the many men
she'd shared her bed with.
Her radical politics
and contrarian nature.
Which piqued my curiosity
if not a little envy.
Tempted
from my protected life
aversion to risk.
Yet feeling too inexperienced
to ever really please her.
An intimidating presence
a woman of the world,
and I allowed myself to imagine
where she might lead me
what I might learn.
But she kept
her tantalizing distance
and all I could do was imagine.
Perhaps this suits a man
who lives in his head,
no risk
of illusions shattered,
idealized versions
falling to earth.
So we will both go on,
growing old
as gracefully as we can.
One, knowing how to live well.
And the other
hoping for a chance encounter,
before age overtakes us
and too much time has passed.
Yes, I was checking out an on-line dating site. A rather adult site! And this mystery woman caught my eye.
The poem says as much about me as her: inexperienced; risk averse; a relatively protected life.
I guess private people like me shouldn't write poetry. Or if they, keep it to themselves. Because I'm uncomfortable posting this. On the other hand, there is nothing here to be embarrassed about. And the best poetry is authentic and personal and actually says something, rather than simply being a stylistic writing exercise meant to show off one's cleverness with words.
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