suddenly …..it’s over.

A Fleeting intimacy disintegrates into anonymity.

No more women.

I Retreat back into the safety of the night.

And bars And the beds of strangers And Some weeks later.

Suddenly.

The devil appears

A Madonna? A whore? A woman to love?

All of the above?

Maybe.

Hopefully.

She’s French 5ft nothing hair, tits and rear

bigger and more important than anybody before

Her morning breath is honey. Musical whispers.

Her touch makes a beast of me.

I’m in love again

And suddenly. it’s over

I want you. Your smell.

moonlight through the window pane illuminates your dark skin blue .

I envy the blanket that covers you.

That chair you sit on.

      The glass you place your lips on when you drink.