All you think about is sex
said Chana
she lay there
on her white sofa
wine glass half full
in her plump hand
not so
I said
I think about
other things as well
such as?
Philosophical subjects
the way society works
how deep is the ocean
and sex
I said
in that order?
she asked
not always
in that order
but I bet sex
is near the top end
isn't it?
she sipped her wine
and gazed at me
more the bottom end
I said
the Mahler was playing
in the background
on her Hi-Fi
do you write poems
about sex?
sometimes
I said
I sipped whiskey
she turned onto her back
and sipped more wine
what's the best sex
you've ever had? she said
the Mahler symphony ended
and silence came
the record's done
I said
what do you want now?
she said
how about the Delius
I brought you?
she sighed
and went to the Hi-Fi
and took off the Mahler
and put on the Delius LP
and then went back
to the sofa
and lay down again
is that all right?
her white
plump thighs spread
I liked how
the Delius began
soft and open
the flutes taking
the melody
sure
I said
there was a dimple
on her chin
and her blue eyes
were wide as oceans
all you think about is sex
she said
I gazed out
of the window
at the darkening night
I guess so
I said
I guess you're right.