Number one was the girl in the pink bikini. a delicious little swimmer in her first flush of love.
she smiled and cried as i kissed her lips. i couldn’t help but hold her down.
she teased me with her wriggling hair. wet & long & her legs so slim.
the thinnest bands of marshmallow pink. a tiny ribbon that fluttered by her side.
& her eyes and smiles – such sweet perfection! she swam to me and her arms flowed round.
such were nimble dreams and sweet innocence.
Number two was god; she knew my name. i kissed her skin and i wished she knew how much i loved her.
she told me of her news & my tears fell. she’s leaving soon for my fate is ill.
her tender breasts and perfect hair, her painted feet and ad hoc nails; she makes me laugh.
she turns me over and breaks my heart. a rolling mess of desire. i long for her.
i wish to taste a strong embrace, i’d keep her happy if she only knew.
but lines are drawn and the words are wrong. one minute i’m king, the next i’m not.
& Number 3 is the girl who killed. the girl who fled. the one who banished life and slit her wrists.
whether the darkness takes over, i cannot tell, but the car is packed and these streets may pass.
i will stand at her door and worship god. the way he hates, the way he tears this man apart.
i will kiss her as she sleeps, as i always do. & wish that she were mine this night.
such are the dreams i hold on this Valentines day.
~ the three most important girls in my life
(c) Ed Simkins