Fucked

I cannot make that sort of love anymore
not the sort of love you seek, need,
the sort of love young bodies make
violent, all-in, reckless selfish love.
No those days have gone for good
your young smooth flesh
a peach’s bloom
down amongst your sex
hair to your waist lashing out
my face your face soaking wet.
Now it’s feels wrong 
to ponder such a scene
to remember a young girl’s form
so eager, earnest, care abandoned
love masked as sex
insane unpunctuated fucking
that only adolescence may enjoy
I cannot make that sort of love
anymore.

 © Graham Sherwood 06/2018