Poems

First Time

(Jane Dobbins/George Hutchinson/Billie Myers)

The first time we made love
In your mother’s unmade bed,
I felt nothing but feeling,
I noticed nothing but you

The last time we made time
To make love in our own bed
I felt nothing
But I noticed the ceiling needed painting

Is that the law of diminishing returns…?

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