An old guitar, scuffed with age
Toned by a thousand melodies
Work torn fingers reach for the strings
Monotone of nostalgia, rising
He begins to play
~
Base notes, heavy with sadness
climb and fall in the cigarette haze
Heat, sweat and circling flies
as old men nod their understanding
Over glasses of raw red wine
~
She enters from the small curtains
Strong of thigh, broad hipped, high breasted
Gipsy eyed. Scornful of any approach
Sensuality untamed, untameable
I am woman, forget the impersonations
~
Single tap of steel on stone
Joined by a counterpoint
Of knuckle beats on table boards
Fevered eyes, leaking tears
Dribble lust from stubble chins
Recalling dead erections
~
Twisting faster now
Arms extended she dances
to orgasmic clapping
Her dress lifting, a flash of red underskirt
It is over, she pauses
Then dismissing us with a toss of her head
and vanishes into memory