Hommes blancos

Years ago, I could not wait to leave women.
Slide out of a warm bed
and crawl, to a door, to freedom.
Run into a cold night.
I could not do it quick enough.
Even if I did not know where I was and had no money
I just had to get out.
 

Now I do anything to be close to them.
I grab and treasure smiles from young girls
as often as I can.
Holding them in my mind, until the memory fades,
And then I am looking for another.
 

Tonight,
I think that I will wear my white suit
and go and look for more,
more of those beautiful smiles.

by Marc Carver

Email: kronski669@yahoo.co.uk