Mrs Cleves
her husband
long ago
elbowed out
allowed me in
the young guy
the green
at the gills guy
come around
she said
bring a bottle
I'll put on
the Mahler
1st or 2nd
and we can drink
and talk and whatsoever
so when evening came
and work was done
and dinner eaten
I took off
to Mrs Cleves's place
and she welcomed me in
with her usual
soft spoken voice
and Scottish tones
and she poured
the drinks
and put on
the Mahler
on the Hi-Fi
and she talked
about her day
and I talked
about mine
and so Benny
she said
how's it going?
how's the writing?
heard any music
you think
I should hear?
I sipped my drink
(usually Scotch)
and said
well the writings
coming along slow
but I heard
this Delius guy's music
and it kind of
turned me on
I said
Delius?
she said
think I've heard of him
she drained
her glass
and poured
another gin
the Mahler played
in the background
she'd put on
her a tight fitting dress
short above
her knees
she sat
crossed legged
then uncrossed them
then crossed them again
I’ve heard tell
that one
of the young girls
has her eyes
on you
she said
news to me
I said
the student girl
long hair
middle class
Mrs Cleves said
nice ***
I understand
I sipped the drink
the Mahler movement
was slow
emotional
O her
yes she's been
talking to me
I said
given me a book
by Pound
Pound?
Mrs Cleves said
yes
some American poet
I said
why
did she give you
the book?
she asked
don't know
guess she thought
I might like it
no female
gives a man
a book of poems
unless she's
after something
Mrs Cleves said
like the Robert Burns
book you gave me
you mean?
I said smiling
that's different
she said
I drained my glass
and she poured another
leaning over me
her eyes gazing
into mine
how about bed Benny?
she said
the Mahler moved on
to a louder movement
lively
crashing
I drank in
her perfume
her breath breathed
on me
and so we went
to her room
and bed
and undressed
and the Mahler
became far away
like under water
sounding
the curtains drawn
against the night
the moon shining
through the pink
flowered cloth
I didn't tell her
about
the student girl's
fine *** or ***
in case
of her wrath.
May 2, 2014
May 2, 2014 at 6:38 AM UTC
Mrs Cleves
her husband
long ago
elbowed out
allowed me in
the young guy
the green
at the gills guy
come around
she said
bring a bottle
I'll put on
the Mahler
1st or 2nd
and we can drink
and talk and whatsoever
so when evening came
and work was done
and dinner eaten
I took off
to Mrs Cleves's place
and she welcomed me in
with her usual
soft spoken voice
and Scottish tones
and she poured
the drinks
and put on
the Mahler
on the Hi-Fi
and she talked
about her day
and I talked
about mine
and so Benny
she said
how's it going?
how's the writing?
heard any music
you think
I should hear?
I sipped my drink
(usually Scotch)
and said
well the writings
coming along slow
but I heard
this Delius guy's music
and it kind of
turned me on
I said
Delius?
she said
think I've heard of him
she drained
her glass
and poured
another gin
the Mahler played
in the background
she'd put on
her a tight fitting dress
short above
her knees
she sat
crossed legged
then uncrossed them
then crossed them again
I’ve heard tell
that one
of the young girls
has her eyes
on you
she said
news to me
I said
the student girl
long hair
middle class
Mrs Cleves said
nice ***
I understand
I sipped the drink
the Mahler movement
was slow
emotional
O her
yes she's been
talking to me
I said
given me a book
by Pound
Pound?
Mrs Cleves said
yes
some American poet
I said
why
did she give you
the book?
she asked
don't know
guess she thought
I might like it
no female
gives a man
a book of poems
unless she's
after something
Mrs Cleves said
like the Robert Burns
book you gave me
you mean?
I said smiling
that's different
she said
I drained my glass
and she poured another
leaning over me
her eyes gazing
into mine
how about bed Benny?
she said
the Mahler moved on
to a louder movement
lively
crashing
I drank in
her perfume
her breath breathed
on me
and so we went
to her room
and bed
and undressed
and the Mahler
became far away
like under water
sounding
the curtains drawn
against the night
the moon shining
through the pink
flowered cloth
I didn't tell her
about
the student girl's
fine *** or ***
in case
of her wrath.
MARRIED WOMAN AND YOUNG GUY IN 1974.
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