mixed with purple grape juice
fornication in a forty-gallon trashcan
concocted four parts to one
togas were fashionable party wear
i can’t recall any designer sheets
twin size white linen draped casually
of course we were naked underneath
some wore a crown of leaves
we fancied ourselves as romans
speaking a dead language
fortuitous grandiose liberius
perhaps our tongues
even passion has a price;
we were left with purple stains
once worn twin sized sheets
and our first taste of true freedom
complete with reality’s hangover
~ RD McManes
R.D. McManes is the author of seven poetry books. Mr. McManes has had over 200 poems featured in 65 worldwide publications , including Prairie Poetry, Writer’s Hood, Scrivener’s Pen, Mipo Magazine, The Heron’s Nest, Poems Niederngasse, Newtopia,, Muddy River Review, Commonline Journal, and Barefooot Review. He has been a featured speaker and conducted poetry workshops and copyright presentations for the Kansas Author’s Club. He currently resides near Scranton, Kansas.
I was pulled right into this poem, my lips smiled as I read. Smooth and clever.