mid-life lust in a small southern town
June Stormcrow

we held hands immediately.
first conversations already over
thru the power of the internet.

then telephones –
mine an old school cordless one
his the fruit of the apple tree.

forget me not
my parents are players
in this small southern town.

we walked around
oblivious to the looks and whispers
completely lost within ourselves.

we sat on a bench near the Barker House.
a place full of childhood memories
not far from where I watched fireworks with another.

I want to express
how witless we were in our lust:
his truck, a fence, a camera.

my mother
couldn’t stand the indecency
of my visit to his home.

my father
didn’t weather the rumors
finally forced to retire.

his back screamed
but it was not my place
to take him out of action.

I had no thoughts
other than those
that combine within two lovers.