Remember 21?

Storm clouds and the good amnesia, 

that time you remembered.

               Dooms of love; a sort of surrender. 

We carried Rome in our pockets.

We put forks into sockets, letting our hair go wild. 

Those years of slender, 

     silver streamers and colored confetti, 

Let’s get to the part already

    where you shaved my legs,
                   surgeon steady - - -

I came down with heart break
like an ear ache, 

But I never went swimming.