play with me
If you wanted to play again
I'd play with you…
Oh dear
Innuendo (even unintended)
is so seventies
Like car keys in a bowl
reflecting off lapels so wide
you might need to turn
to fit through a door
I lived through that time
those lapels
but not the keys
My sextensions never past four
spontaneous unplanned
always friendly
consensual shared
But that was then
leaving memories
Slight bittersweet smile
Love remembered
held still
interleaved with regrets
for others long past passed by
But yes
I would play with you
14th April 2015; revised 15th