Black Lace for Lovers
We stood in front of the student union building
In our second year and thought, we knew it all.
We had our picture taken next to the phallic metal
Sculpture holding our motorcycle helmets like
Tiny testicles. Decorated with toilet paper with
Stupid grins we marveled at our creativity.
We shared a basement apartment near Kits Beach
Where we entertained girl friends in our common
Bedroom. You played your guitar and wrote lyrics
About descending to the nude beach where we bought
Fudgesicles from a naked vendor with with pendulous tanned
breasts standing stately in the sunshine next to a cement bunker
designed to defend against the Japanese. On those same beaches
saved for democracy and our western ways, a naked couple tossed
a Frisbee. It endlessly hangs in space. The tide is out.
In another life, I sold my motorcycle for a used Pinto.
You sold your BSA for a truck and buskered in the East.
I married very badly. My wife bought black lace for her lovers.
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