Tuesday, October 21, 2008


zippers on her back pockets
what a pair of jeans to admire
but what hides beneath
worth keeping secret from
my prying eyes

lipstick on her table
beside a half cup o'coffee
and a pack of Kent cigarettes
her last change spent
with my priorities

wistful lines run her face
age impossible to define
sublime; her smile charms me
and I ask have you the time?

she turns round her shoulder
and she's older than I think
she drops a glance to her watch
sighs bout a half past six

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