Ariadne dresses,
Bernice watches.
The putting on
of the small
white bra,
the fingers fiddling
at the back
to do up,
the task complete,
the stepping into
the white underwear,
foot after foot,
the pulling up
and the staring back
at the bed
and Bernice
lying there
staring.
Had your look?
Not yet.
Smiles
and looks away.
Puts on her
I LOVE ***
tee shirt,
over the head,
arms through
the armholes
and pulls down
and settles.
You know
your ***
looks neat in that,
Bernice says.
Ariadne looks back
and says:
Looks neat without.
I agree,
Bernice says.
The clock on
the shelf tick tocks.
A dog barks outside.
Ariadne climbs
into blue jeans
and zips up
and stands gazing
at Bernice.
Got to go.
Shame.
Ariadne kisses
Bernice's cheek
and leaves the room.
Tick tock
of the clock.
Bernice turns over
and thinks
of the ***
the night before,
the holding,
kissing,
love making,
and in the background
a tick tock
and bed shaking.
Sep 24, 2015
Sep 24, 2015 at 6:34 AM UTC
Ariadne dresses,
Bernice watches.
The putting on
of the small
white bra,
the fingers fiddling
at the back
to do up,
the task complete,
the stepping into
the white underwear,
foot after foot,
the pulling up
and the staring back
at the bed
and Bernice
lying there
staring.
Had your look?
Not yet.
Smiles
and looks away.
Puts on her
I LOVE ***
tee shirt,
over the head,
arms through
the armholes
and pulls down
and settles.
You know
your ***
looks neat in that,
Bernice says.
Ariadne looks back
and says:
Looks neat without.
I agree,
Bernice says.
The clock on
the shelf tick tocks.
A dog barks outside.
Ariadne climbs
into blue jeans
and zips up
and stands gazing
at Bernice.
Got to go.
Shame.
Ariadne kisses
Bernice's cheek
and leaves the room.
Tick tock
of the clock.
Bernice turns over
and thinks
of the ***
the night before,
the holding,
kissing,
love making,
and in the background
a tick tock
and bed shaking.
A TWO WOMEN ONE MORNING AT DAWN IN 1996.
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