a hundred lovers plus one

I've had a hundred lovers
a hundred one with you
each did something different
taught me something new --
one knew how to whistle
one did ballet dance
one did yoga poses
in her underpants –

here this morning thinking
I try to voice their names
try hard to remember
their individual games --
but they all blur together
into a lovely stew
and my only distinct memory
is the night I spent with you --