…and it is
a naked Mrs. Conway
stepping into the
bedroom
renewed from the
shower
dripping black hair
clinging to her back
relaxed
steps
she turns
and I wish I was
the small kisses of
water
tasting the skin
between her breasts
perhaps the smell of
Lux soap
mixed with moist
steamed air
the fragrance of
lavender shampoo
feeling its way to
the bed
is what makes me
smile
flowers and perfume
that fills the silence
she is prettier
without makeup
tiny wrinkles
in the corners of
her eyes
little holes
and scars on her
cheeks
faint blue bruises
on her thighs
she lost her
youthful shape a long time ago
but time exchanged
it for something
more beautiful
elegance
it’s a sin if not
shared with anyone
appreciating the
beauty
of a woman’s flesh
she walks to the bed
warm liquid dripping
on the pillow
and finds the TV
remote
from somewhere
between the frenzied sheets
wet hands play with
the buttons
and she sees
a drunk
Dudley Moore
a good smile for an
early Monday morning
I do believe it is
Mrs. Conway
who changes the
channel again
an old black and
white music video
Jim Morrison
falling around on
stage
“…come on baby light
my fire…”
he was probably high
I used to play this
song on the guitar
when I was younger
but forgot the
chords
now I just make love
to it
it works better for
me
and it ends
with a slow talk
about nothing special
and her voice
easy-going and kind
with the first sun
and a while later
I say goodbye
and Mrs. Conway walks
naked to her balcony
letting me find the
front door by myself
and down in the
street
I know
she watches me walk
down the quiet lane
before the rush hour
traffic
before the day knew
what we had done
I turn and wave
goodbye
and she smiles again
because she knows
she really does have
beautiful breasts...
Conrad Kruger van
den Bergh (Copyright, 2017)
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