Dear John……

We kissed

On an evening

In early summer

Kissed and sighed

And Kissed some more

Lips seeking

And seeking more

Even as our hands entwined

Our bodies trembled

Wrapped

In an embrace

Rudely torn away

By a shrilly ringing phone

Reality interfering

And giving perspective

Your laugh shattered the magic

It was easy to say

"Its not you, its me"

But, it was you

Only you

And the desires of the body

Are not based on rational thought

(so even the wise make stupid mistakes)

We kissed again in the car

I marveled at how

Someone I had so much contempt for

Could make me so passionate

And I mused on how the

Body betrays

The mind which is trying to take care

Little thinking that the mind

Was on its way to make mistakes

Worse ones than merely obeying the body could have.

You held me, we kissed more

And blessed be strange cities

And weird landladies

Neither stayed the night

Nor did anything we could regret

Middle class morality imbued regret

Or talk the M word

Or that dirty four letter word

Love.

Dirty because it would have been sullied

Had I not vanished off

And not even bothered to phone.

"Dear John" letters

Are a necessity at times.