She unzips
the zip of my jeans
her mother's
in the kitchen
getting drinks
-soft drinks
not hot stuff
in this heat-
her fingers
thin and spidery
search for my fellow
I anxious stare
kitchen-ward
at the maybe
approaching mother
he's slack
she says
soft voice
breathing
disappointment
he sleeps
it's his siesta
in this heat
I say
not looking away
Milka zips up the fly
and licks her
spidery fingers
one by one
here you are
her mother says
on returning
with drinks in hands
nice and cold
and straws for both
and lays them down
on the table where
we stood
she smiles
Milka frowns
and my fellow sleeps
that's good.
Jul 1, 2015
Jul 1, 2015 at 2:37 PM UTC
She unzips
the zip of my jeans
her mother's
in the kitchen
getting drinks
-soft drinks
not hot stuff
in this heat-
her fingers
thin and spidery
search for my fellow
I anxious stare
kitchen-ward
at the maybe
approaching mother
he's slack
she says
soft voice
breathing
disappointment
he sleeps
it's his siesta
in this heat
I say
not looking away
Milka zips up the fly
and licks her
spidery fingers
one by one
here you are
her mother says
on returning
with drinks in hands
nice and cold
and straws for both
and lays them down
on the table where
we stood
she smiles
Milka frowns
and my fellow sleeps
that's good.
