At Amsterdam
Dalya drank beer
saw the Van Gogh art
went to the Anne Frank Haus
(that really got to us)
I said
can almost feel her
there trapped for so long
then that betrayal
and death
yes
Dalya said
and dived into
a deep depression
and back
at the base camp
she sat in her tent
and brooded
and I lay in my tent
smoking and sipping
a can of beer
thinking
of the Van Goghs
and Anne Frank's Haus
and walking about there
sensing a gloom
thinking of hushed
conversations
and kisses
between young lovers
and Dalya crept
into my tent
and said
can I stay a while?
sure
I said
so she lay
on the camp bed
and slept
and I watched her sleeping
the rise and fall
of her breasts
the dark hair
and wishing I
was lying beside her there
as we did before
she sleeping
but me wanting more.