RIGHTS OF PASSAGE
I fucked you in a mirror,
I fucked you on a dance floor,
in the kitchen
in the garden too;
it may seem all the same to you
but i'm proud of my backgrounds,
scenes of spice,
sometimes I forget just where
and really, does anyone care
if i'm Roger Moore or Mack the Knife?
It's just a fucking part of life.
raypool
Mon 6th Aug 2018 13:16
Thanks David. There is a glaring gap between what Christian thinking defends, namely the glory of union and the lusts of the flesh as we all know. One seems a parody of the other. I dated a prostitute(no charge) once who seemed to like me, she thought my Morris Traveller was cool. It was a joyless lliason but she thought Hampstead Heath was the right place. I remember the sense of freedom it gave me.
Your altar scene made me think of a Dennis Wheatley novel!
I think you may not to have go through the fire being an atheist. Keep fair sex in please - often just a dream.
Glad you appreciated the poem.
Brian, sorry mate I got there before you, 1975 or 76. I think Primrose Hill is much more romantic. Have I not seen Tanya's name somewhere?
Thanks Big Sal, always appreciated.
Cheers Hannah - I was having second thoughts on using the F word, but it did add impact, so I left it in.
Thanks for the likes, Jon ,Anya and Darren !
Ray