A Good Time had by All

They all loved me and I loved them too.

I know because we said and wrote and screamed

Those filthy words to each other.

Them with their inviting smiles and my mother’s eyes

And proud breasts and needy lips and bashful navels

And eager wet spots and friendly thighs and boring lives

And, oh yes, their husbands.

Can’t forget them, they did not.

Each of them just like a new world

Wanting to be explored.

And me with my secret and my anger and inadequate

Emotional intellect and my smile and hungry heart and

Youth and rigid compass and my shame and my eagerness

And soft hands and homeless soul.

We’d find each other from time to time.

They’d ask to dance so we’d find a cozy little place.

Rub our hips together and sway with the beat.

They’d ask for a good time and I’d order

Some up and we’d drink and laugh and sometimes cry.

They’d ask for tomorrow and I’d give them tomorrow.

They’d ask to make love in the rain and I’d

Place their ankles on my shoulders and fuck them

On the hood of their husband’s car.

They’d ask for a kiss and I’d turn away.

They’d ask about my secret and I’d lie.

They’d run to me and I’d push away.

The minutes of passion flowed from one to another.

The seconds of tenderness never gave fruit.

I’d ask them to forget their husbands.

They smiled so reassuringly and walked

Away without making a sound.

My secret stayed with me and my anger

Grew and my heart learned to listen for the

Sound of snakes slithering around me.

May 21, 2006 Copyright Salvador Cordova