Poetry by Jeff Green


Long ago

by cricketjeff on June 29, 2008.  © Jeff Green, All rights reserved

She sat on the corner of my desk
and we talked

My sister knew her at school

I knew her brother
I didn’t like him
neither did she.

She was not like her brother
she was soft and tender
hot as hell

In my car,
in a hotel
at her flat

Just a few times

but DAMN
what times they were.