Ode to Olivia Oh, Olivia, during what disingenuous dialogue, getting closer and closer, you told me in that bar by the seashore "pretty good-time girl comes once, comes often," eyelashes shyly lowered, thick and lustrous, lowered time and again to hide the hard eyes I knew were there. I was surprised by your interest; vital with intent, your lithe body tilted towards me, white teeth showing in a smile, breasts firm and unfettered in your summer blouse. Delirious with your fancy magic I nearly fell off the bar stool, fell like a fairy-tale frog clear down to the bottom of the mossy well, my member swelling in your favor, transported to to your body's joyful openings, anticipating hot and wet, those ports of entry, those sweet breasts, that sweet tongue flicking between your lips; promises of things to come. O ye spermy nights of the gods! The rune on our canoe's tail says "enter here, ye of little haste" and willows brush our arms as we paddle down the river of ardor and fulfillment and coming together and whatever else we can muster up from a time of dreams, from the manna of this earthly paradise. Olivia, you were brown as a nut from a summer of sun; a glamorous summer goddess there for the taking and still it came to nothing. A change of heart, a parting glance, and off you went. Your naked this I never saw, your curly that I never pawed; alone in the majestic garden of self I sit stiff and cold as a block of ice; a lonesome soldier in a sentry box waiting for the gate to open; it never does. Olivia, you left me as you found me and just as well for the both of us. There we were in that bar, and there we are forever, enshrined, inscribed like Keats’ Grecian urn, graceful outlines, a frieze of some long past event, at rest in that luminous wasted moment forever; no future, no past, no time at all and what never happened, what is not there just as real as what is there.
Jack D. Harvey’s poetry has appeared in Scrivener, The Comstock Review, Valparaiso Poetry Review, Typishly Literary Magazine, The Antioch Review, The Piedmont Poetry Journal and elsewhere. The author has been a Pushcart nominee and over the years has been published in a few anthologies.
The author has been writing poetry since he was sixteen and lives in a small town near Albany, New York. He is retired from doing whatever he was doing before he retired.
His book, Mark the Dwarf is available on Kindle. https://www.amazon.com/Mark Dwarf Jack D Harvey ebook
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