To you, T. — the one that “got away” …
You were meant to be “my first”, but
it didn’t happen … circumstances, culture,
i dunno …
But I loved you and lusted after you …
Your milky white Japanese skin,
proper/seductive demeanour …
i went wild (as you know).
and the late night trysts
under the Vermont moonlight
(don’t worry, i will not reveal too much)
you must be worried to read this …
to check me out on the internet.
I am so different … so wild …
so different, than you (and I)
We almost became lovers … forever.
I have carried you around for well over
forty years now, and never forgotten you.
I lost my own virginity shorty afterwards …
with a voluptuous virgin from North Carolina.
Many followed afterwards … I have lost count.
But still, I wonder about meeting you again.
Could I love you now?