Green Sweater

I remember the green sweater you were wearing
The first time I took you

Now that is ironic.
I picked that up that sweater in dollar a pound
in Boston. It was scheduled to be made into rags

The color was loud, vivid kelley green
And you, who have always stressed
the other side of our common heritage
should realize that I could never have worn that
without my English, German Scotch skin

This is what I remember:
You taking my hand and placing it
on top of your jeans
looking fiercely into my eyes
And later
when you groaned God, I want you so much