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

big...

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....