My Last Love Poem


Breasts, pendulums; butt, a train wreck,
I'm searching for some swaggering Lothario 
to write my last love poem.
He must say thou and thee whenever
possible, toss in clichéd phrases.

I won't settle for rambling
about the old days, listing 
bad lovers and good,
or describe how many times 
we did it to bored cat and dog.

There must be a John Alden out there,
saving himself for me until now.

An ad in the paper may work or,
bottles searched near the sea.
Maybe I'll take out a pen and write
that sweet loving poem, myself.

I'll tape it to my bedpost, carve
it into my headstone, so blackbirds
can caw and mourning friends sigh
she was adored 'til the end 
when my body makes love with the worms.



Pris Campbell
revised ©2009




Art: Seated Nude by Janet Butler

    Click HERE to visit her website. A winner of many awards, Janet trained in the States, lived in Italy for a period of time and has now returned here to work. She works primarily with watercolours.

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