"Leila who stole my love & crushed it like a wet toad on an asphalt road"
Leila, I loved you lightly,
always liked your luscious lips
and loose light locks.
Leila, I loved you with lunacy,
laughing loftily, loving lustily,
as we looped the loop
and shot the hoop
rewriting the very Kama Sutra.
Leila, you low-down liar!
You went out and lay with another.
You larked and parked in darkened cars,
while I studied all night,
at libraries and certain bars,
hoping some day to be the writer
who would not say he'd excite her,
as he remembered studying
to be a lawyer or a priest.
Leila, you lecherous lesbian,
why didn't you just tell me the truth,
of who you really were or thought
you just might be?
You left me lonely,
lying on lustrous lava,
cold as a clock that stopped tick-tock-
ing in the last lounge left for lizards
who licked salt and lime lysergic drinks.
Lynx, you left me fixing sinks
when I dropped out of law school,
I couldn't cogitate worth a sheet
of legal yellow;
so I got mellow,
and called you, "Hello?
Leila it's I who loves you muskilly,
and wonders lustilly,
longing, lying left alone, lustilly."
You did the sane thing,
and laughed while unseen,
I thrashed out my inner demons,
prayed out loud to blue moor lemurs
who lured me to temptation
the other side sensation
on the shady side
of some enchanted evening.
