NETANYA'S FINGERS.

A YOUNG MAN AND A MARRIED WOMAN

Netanya
sits crossed legged
on the couch

beside me
her husband
in the chair

by the heat
of fire
their children

and few friends
sitting down
all about

listening
or talking
I notice

her red dress
the dress hem
riding high

up her thigh
capturing
my young eye

stealthily
she puts her
thin ringed hand

up my back
stroking it
her fingers

playing me
up and down
piano like

but she's not
looking round
she studies

her husband
as he talks
her fingers

are walking
and doing
the talking

stirring me
sexually
no one knows

except one
her oldest
married girl

who spots her
mother's hand
on my back

but looks off
and away
unlike her

her face chilled
the room's hot
so am I

my pecker
stirs from sleep
giant like

Netanya
unaware
just sits there

fingering
studying
her husband's

balding head
While I stare
straight ahead.