Netanya
sits crossed legged
in the bar
(Irish bar
off Whitehall)
her red dress
above knees
the black shoes
pointy toes
and flat heels
I sit there
beside her
loud speakers
easing out
the music
of Ireland
what a night
she utters
never had
such a night
I sip beer
she sips wine
did you count?
I ask her
studying
her features
the slightly
broken nose
now mended
the green eyes
holding me
5 or 6
times it was
she tells me
feels like it
I tell her
she takes out
cigarettes
and offers
one to me
then herself
and lights up
and inhales
I’m 40
she tells me
but I feel
years younger
she looks it
her dark hair
set down loose
and you are?
she asks me
28
I reply
she smiles now
not thinking
about her
bald husband
miles away
we had ***
in the small
hotel bed
many times
seemingly
almost one
big session
then she moves
uncrosses
her fine legs
glimpse briefly
Eve's Eden
paradise
sight of thigh
paradise
ease a sigh.
Sep 13, 2014
Sep 13, 2014 at 2:50 PM UTC
Netanya
sits crossed legged
in the bar
(Irish bar
off Whitehall)
her red dress
above knees
the black shoes
pointy toes
and flat heels
I sit there
beside her
loud speakers
easing out
the music
of Ireland
what a night
she utters
never had
such a night
I sip beer
she sips wine
did you count?
I ask her
studying
her features
the slightly
broken nose
now mended
the green eyes
holding me
5 or 6
times it was
she tells me
feels like it
I tell her
she takes out
cigarettes
and offers
one to me
then herself
and lights up
and inhales
I’m 40
she tells me
but I feel
years younger
she looks it
her dark hair
set down loose
and you are?
she asks me
28
I reply
she smiles now
not thinking
about her
bald husband
miles away
we had ***
in the small
hotel bed
many times
seemingly
almost one
big session
then she moves
uncrosses
her fine legs
glimpse briefly
Eve's Eden
paradise
sight of thigh
paradise
ease a sigh.
A MAN AND WOMAN IN LONDON IN 1975.
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