Abela sleeps
a boozed out
kind of sleep
her hands held
between thighs
(hers not mine)
I watch her
beside me
lying there
her eyes closed
like pinks shells
dawn's light creeps
through the dull
white shutters
we had sex
hours back
drunkenly
she gabbled
about art
for the shop
modern stuff
then more sex
she calling
out loudly
TAKE ME NOW
LOVER BOY
now she sleeps
her small mouth
just ajar
small tongue
visible
when she wakes
we'll shower
together
we'll breakfast
soberly
in the cheap
hotel large
restaurant
where that neat
arse waitress
will serve us
now she snores
(dear Abela)
and I wait
hopefully
for more sex
like a wolf
at the gate.
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