i remember her so well

i remember her so well,
so fondly, so effectually,
and we drank up our ideas,
and there were many

by that time, an easy young girl,
from a small urban village,
still attending Sunday school every week
and was completely, painstakingly,
unconditionally addicted to dirty fornication

she was leading a smoking gun, unholy, life,
and love’n it, while i was getting involved as
much as i could, in clashes, rowdy brawls,
the demonstrations of the day…terror

we became partners in the radical movements
that proliferated culpable, nasty, censurable acts,
and we called it art but we knew what it was, love