“Jane is Death” copyright 2012 John J. Rigo, upcoming book, “Passion Amidst Apathy”

 

 

Jane Parrish, The Venus Apartments, Oak Cliff, 1965 Courtesy of blog.alexwaterhousehayward.com

It was about two years after we broke up that I learned Jane Parrish had died in an auto accident.  This poem is dedicated to her memory.

 

 

I awoke this morning with a start.

I had no thought of her

or dream of her for that matter

in over forty-five years.

 

We were to met again

in the dream.

I was nervous and fearful in seeing her again.

 

Within the dream I realized she truly was my first love

in discovering passion in my being with a woman.

I guess I had blocked her from my mind

all these years.

 

As I waited to see her again

I recalled all those nights of long ago

that sweating love making with her.

 

It was Summer when we met.

Even with the air conditioning at full blast

we both sweated profusely in love making. 

 

She was as tall as me at six feet

blond blue-eyed with beautiful fair skin.

During the time we were together

I could not believe that I was so blessed

in being loved by a woman like that. 

 

I do not know what I did

to lose her love for me.

I am sure

I also blocked that from my mind.

 

In the dream

we sat across from each other

moving our lips

but unable to form words

at the sight of each other.

 

We knew.

We felt the surge of our old passions

for each other.

 

There was nothing to forgive

between us.

There was

only the love to remember

between the both of us.

 

It was such a great dream.

Loved with such passion

is such a gift to us in our lives.

I awoke from the dream

with tears in my eyes.    

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