...I find it sweet
the barely nicked pinky you show
and I kiss; the forehead scar, too
the mean uncle my lips erase
And I feel tenderly toward
the panties your first wife didn't wear
one drive-in night, 1959.
What a thrill for your
19-year-old self
What a new, lovely thing
(how softly her hair falls)...
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Song for new/lost love: "Last Date" by Floyd Cramer, 1960.
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