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 now

remain our secret ..

But just to set the record

straight here

for old time’s sake at least ..

Each day

felt, so f*****g 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 occasionally recalled ..

Will now remain

consigned to the pages of a single

one off poem ..

Scribbled quick and henceforth

shall be named,

Three Days in May Remembered ..

 

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

I imagine you when you are down in the dumps sitting there with a large glass of red, suddenly breaking in to a smile. And who could blame you because whether this poem is a lovely bit of nostalgia or a fantasy, it sure is loaded with passion. Yet now consigned to a single poem in a repertoire of possibly thousands and scribbled in haste. A real squeeze of a poem Neville and radiating much heat.

Chris

[Neville]

I doubt I shall read anything else before breakfast that will come close .. thank you warmly and true our Chris .. Neville :)

[Ken Simm.]

I am sorely tempted to say "Aw bless" but I won't because that would just be wrong. And I find this special memory poem far too fine for that. Far too good.

[Neville]

more than merely muchly appreciated Ken .. muchly more and then some sir .. Neville

[TL Boehm]

consigned to the pages of a single one off poem. This line grabs my heart and squeezes until I cannot breathe.

[Neville]

I am so very truly honoured TLB many thanks indeed .. Neville :)