To A Former Lover

To A Former Lover

A Poem by Nolo Segundo

Unlike you,
I will not renounce
the passion of my youth,
now I am old and
the fire burns low.

I do regret my sins,
mostly of omission:
failing to tell of love,
and sharing of love.

The women I've known
could fill a ballroom.
Glad I am I danced
with each in turn,
yet...now I wish
I had held her tighter,
lifted her higher,
given joy to get joy.

If only I could love
each of my loves again,
playing with her toes,
caressing her calves,
sliding my hands along
her tense, waiting thighs,
then kissing the nape of
her neck while bathing in
the luxury of her hair, and
finally, finally seeing it:
the smile behind her eyes.

(c. 2012)

© 2017 Nolo Segundo



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Beautiful words. I loved reading it. Colorful youth I could see and you painted the words into a beautiful picture. Very well written.

Posted 2 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Nolo Segundo

2 Months Ago

Thank you, Prynka (cool name!), I'm glad you liked it-- and you are right, a true poem paints words.. read more
Thank you for entering my competition.

I particularly liked the last chorus. The imagery you create is just lovely.

Especially bathing in somebody, really taking them in. Its such a beautiful thought.

Again, thank you

Posted 7 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Nolo Segundo

7 Months Ago

Thank you, Eliza-- now that I find my still young mind (age 24 to be exact) living in a 70 year old .. read more
Dang dude.. That really was beautiful!!!

Posted 1 Year Ago



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Nolo Segundo
Nolo Segundo

Philadelphia, PA



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From adolescence until I was 24, I was an agnostic. Then I almost drowned, and had what has come to be called a near death experience. So for the past 45 years I've known that the problem with life i.. more..

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