A Sexual Poem (Has the f-bomb in it)

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When I was younger I went to a therapist. We had a 45-minute hour session. Before leaving he wanted us to exchange a poem. I read him a Robert Frost poem I had memorized in middle school. He read A Sailor at Midnight to me.
That was in 1979. I never forgot it!

 

Yeah it's a nice one


A sailor at midnight came ashore

You know what he came looking for

But he found me instead

And he followed where I led.

I took him home through dark streets, glad

To have him. I took him home to bed. He had kisses, it seems, in store

For man, woman or whore

And soft caresses and stories

Of wrecks and dead men and many more

Thing I liked; it wasn’t so much what he said

As how he said it — “Dead men floating all around!” he cried, and shoved the head

Of his thing into me ( I bled

A little, he was so large ) A sort of dread

Struck him. “What are you, anyway,” he whispered.

“Are you a virgin?”

“No, I’m a poet,” I said. “Fuck me again.”


Simon