beyond the whiff of Angel perfume
hint of soap
beckoning skin, "Yes,
here I could begin."

"It's too easy for
you." She snorts and throws
a rumpled pair of "painties" (how she
says it, not me) into her worn
overnight bag.

Bored, I give her a goofy smile and
recite other peoples poetry in
my head while calmly (BURSTING
AT THE SEAMS)counting
down the seconds till she's
gone.

04/22/2013

Author's Note: "For a long time I felt without style or grace Wearing shoes with no socks in cold weather I knew my heart was in the right place " Talking Heads

Posted on 04/22/2013
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