Blue-eyed Wayne

I guess the idea there

was that if I met a student,

a seminarian,

of the Princeton Theological Seminary,

I’d see you could be that

and whatever came after

(a minister, a priest?)

and still have sex

or get married or both

and maybe she was suggesting

one of those for us,

though I doubt it now.

Wayne was friendly enough.

I’d like to know what I asked him,

since I didn’t know why

I was meeting him.

Mostly I was just in love with a girl –

and tennis and gin,

and a quarter-cut lime mixed with

theological ideas.

Sex is an inverse mountain (when it’s sex you shouldn’t have)

Sex is an inverse mountain,

when it’s sex you shouldn’t have –

you coast gleefully, carefree to the top –

a bicycle ride down to the highest,

perfect view –

and Oh what a view! but then

(Oh what a view) you’re not

atop it but under it –

that was not the climb, this is,

a getting out from under and

not dying, one hopes,

from a place you should never have been.