Lolita Revisited and Other Poems by David English - HTML preview

Modigliani Bis

Stretched out
on
green and purple
sheets,
her nudity,
an invitation
to other times,
other pleasures
now safely under
lock and key.
I remembered how she had me conquered with her
youth,
her adolescent smile, her brown eyes
full of
malice,
her dance around
the moonlit room, light and dark
her unique attire,
her teasing,
the laughter,
the smile that
said,
It’s over.
The whispered words from honey soft lips, our reflection
in the mirror of
illusions.

I turned the card
and read,
from your old friend something I knew, she would
always
be.