WRECKED 1972

A MAN AND WOMAN ON HOLIDAY IN 1972 AND SHE SEXY AND HE A WRECK

It's Handel
I tell her
some music

on the small
radio
in the posh

hotel room
Abela
butt naked

on the bed
says softly
are you sure?

sure I'm sure
I tell her
I'm drying

after my
hot shower
she's watching

her large eyes
over me
like search lights

I thought Bach
she informs
I feel dry

and stand there
with the towel
around me

no not Bach
I tell her
I feel sad

that she's there
so sexy
and I'm dry

but washed out
like a boat
abandoned

on the shore
as a wreck
so Handel

and not Bach?
she utters
from our bed

yes I say
tiredly
what the feck.