Sonya sleeps. She sleeps
like a child, mouth slightly
open, thumb on her lower lip.
Benny watches her as he stands
at the window, looking at her
her body, how it lies there in
a fetal fashion. Last night they
made love a couple of times.
Each time like a first time ever.
Sometimes they have made love
and it seemed after as if they never.
He sips the coffee he has made,
looks away from her, looks out
at the Parisian street below. People
walk past going to a job or shopping
or to meet a lover or mind a child.
He looks at the buildings opposite;
they have balconies, French balconies.
3O years ago Nazis were probably
riding these streets, probably looking
for Jews or thinking of home, or ***
or food or drink. Sonya turns over;
her body now stretched out, her neat
***** resting under the covers.
He loves her; they are lovers.
Sep 2, 2017
Sep 2, 2017 at 3:56 AM UTC
Sonya sleeps. She sleeps
like a child, mouth slightly
open, thumb on her lower lip.
Benny watches her as he stands
at the window, looking at her
her body, how it lies there in
a fetal fashion. Last night they
made love a couple of times.
Each time like a first time ever.
Sometimes they have made love
and it seemed after as if they never.
He sips the coffee he has made,
looks away from her, looks out
at the Parisian street below. People
walk past going to a job or shopping
or to meet a lover or mind a child.
He looks at the buildings opposite;
they have balconies, French balconies.
3O years ago Nazis were probably
riding these streets, probably looking
for Jews or thinking of home, or ***
or food or drink. Sonya turns over;
her body now stretched out, her neat
***** resting under the covers.
He loves her; they are lovers.
