Ana 170

I felt it today in my whole


Ana’s body had once fused

With mine

In the heat of love and passion.


Since her untimely departure

And her strong and unconditioned


Her soul had left its indelible

Imprint in mine

170 days.

170 times.


So many days

Have I still remembered her

Perhaps her physical touch

Has faded

But her memory in my own


Carved into the marble of my

Deep consciousness.


But NO.

This morn’ I felt aroused

Like never before for a good


I nurtured my hard-on for

A long time in my half-sleep


Or was it her sleek finger

Circling my red crown?


Certainly I still wanted her

And maybe she’ll guide me

Gently into my next Muse.

That she’d promised me.





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