Neville

Three Days in May Remembered

Three Days in May Remembered

 

I wonder if you ever give

our last three days

in May a second thought ..

I know that I do

and for some odd reason,

even more so recently ..

And although

they happened long ago ..

Precisely where

and why tho\' must remain

our secret ..

But just to put the record

straight ..

Here and now, for old time’s

sake at least ..

Each day felt, so fucking good

I think the single

malt may well have helped a

little bit to break

the ice at least, and so forth ..

Yet we did not rush,

but took our time and each

other freely ..

Now despite so long ago, I still

recall those

three days of ours, as if each

only happened

yesterday perhaps ..

Indeed, those gentlest of long

drawn out sighs ..

together with a corresponding

squeeze you gave

while on your knees on each

of five occasions ..

Then of course, there was that

last time, when you

did beg to hold me tight and me,

to just let go ..

Until the point, of course I did ..

The rest though

while still occasionally recalled,

shall now remain

consigned to the pages of a single

one off poem ..

Scribbled quick and henceforth

Shall be called,

Three Days in May Remembered ..