It Was Late March But Not That Late

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AVRA
EARLY MORNING
THURSDAY 26/10/2017

(for you, my son)

IT WAS LATE MARCH, BUT NOT THAT LATE

Perhaps the day you were conceived,
your mother would claim, she was raped,
if by that you are not deceived,
I don’t object you seeing it shaped.

This is a past times photograph,
in Avra, room twenty eight,
it is late February, date rough,
maybe late March, but not that late.

Oh, never late to have a fuck,
to give it all, to take it all,
to be in love, to feel in luck,
to make precious big and small.

You will observe, this is my cock,
half entered in your mothers cunt,
her thighs wide open, let her talk,
of rapes and marvels, let her rant.

This is the place where you begin,
the genitals of your forebears,
their making love, their out and in,
let her review this, if she dares.

Yes, let her see it, I feel cool,
and ask her questions on the rape,
she made of me a proper fool,
but don’t be that, reform your shape.

You are a child of love, be proud,
I loved your mother more than most,
first Lemonia, then Edeltraud,
she loved me too, that is my cost.

She did forget to take her pills,
day after day, provoking fate,
in Avra Beach, or up the hills,
it was late March, but not that late.

… and so you came,
we welcomed you,
love is your name,
nothing more true.