Dalya sleeps
in her sleeping bag
on the other side
of the tent.
I lay awake
thinking on the day
the visit
to the Van Gogh
museum.
The meal
in the restaurant.
Our conversation
on art and philosophy
and the psychology
of Wilhelm *****
Late night revellers
walk through
the base camp.
The rock music
from the loudspeakers
has ceased
and a peace
like deep fog
settles over us.
Someone drunkenly
sings going by.
When we made love
I noticed a mole
on her inner thigh.
I kissed it
for luck.
Tomorrow we make
the journey home
and each go
our separate way
our journey
in reverse
a fond farewell.
Seems an age
since we first met
that first day at Dover
awkwardly gazing
about us
waiting for
the minibus
to pick us up
to rover Europe's
camp-sites
and see the cities.
Keep in touch
she said
but I don't suppose
we will.
We live too far apart
to make it last.
A few late night
wanderers go by
into the night.
She sleeps peaceful
over there
like a child
without worries
or care.
Apr 27, 2017
Apr 27, 2017 at 2:57 AM UTC
Dalya sleeps
in her sleeping bag
on the other side
of the tent.
I lay awake
thinking on the day
the visit
to the Van Gogh
museum.
The meal
in the restaurant.
Our conversation
on art and philosophy
and the psychology
of Wilhelm *****
Late night revellers
walk through
the base camp.
The rock music
from the loudspeakers
has ceased
and a peace
like deep fog
settles over us.
Someone drunkenly
sings going by.
When we made love
I noticed a mole
on her inner thigh.
I kissed it
for luck.
Tomorrow we make
the journey home
and each go
our separate way
our journey
in reverse
a fond farewell.
Seems an age
since we first met
that first day at Dover
awkwardly gazing
about us
waiting for
the minibus
to pick us up
to rover Europe's
camp-sites
and see the cities.
Keep in touch
she said
but I don't suppose
we will.
We live too far apart
to make it last.
A few late night
wanderers go by
into the night.
She sleeps peaceful
over there
like a child
without worries
or care.
A COUPLE IN AMSTERDAM 1974
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