Take me to the movies
Sophia said

and so you did
and sat at the back

and was looking forward
to seeing the film

one you’d heard
quite a bit about

but Sophia
had other ideas

and they involved
trying to get

into your pants
or running her hand

along your thigh
in the darkness

or kissing your cheek
and whispering words

in her broken English
the Polish accent

still discernable
beneath the words

and rushing breath
and you only went out with her

because she’d been
pestering your

for weeks
or throwing you

on the beds
of the old folks

in the care home
while they were downstairs

in the lounge having lunch
or sleeping themselves

into a late death
and she said

why don’t you put
your hand on my thigh

the Polish sound
hanging on to each

spoken word
why don’t you try

and place your hand here
and she pulled

your hand into
the heaven

between her thighs
and as you looked up

some soldier in the film
was falling dead  

blood oozing
from many wounds

and there was you
in dangerous territory

trying to stay alive
fighting the temptation

and she saying
afterwards we go back

to my place
if my parents are out

and you flushed
and hot

hoped to God
they were not.