Like it a lot, Jim.
On 11/01/07, Jim Bennett <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
> Caleb's poem brought this to mind, written last week so a bit of a cheat.
> Must have been the same summer.
>
> hot
>
> there was one summer
> without a number
> when the eggs fried on pavements
>
> hot you said it's bloody hot
> I nod in agreement
> and watch you
> sponge your neck and chest
>
> the veranda door
> opens onto a cast iron balcony
> there you lean over the handrail
> gaze across the rooftops
> to Chelsea
>
> I'll live there one day you said
> I knew then that I was just
> a passing fancy
>
> but there was sex and horse
> and we lived enough to live
> the grass was good that year
>
> and you stood naked
> looking down on the streets
> laughing at me being a prude
>
> and making love
>
> and making love
> but it was hot
> bloody hot
>
>
>
> Jim
> http://www.poetrykit.org/jim/index.htm
> www.poetrykit.org
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> pub 2004 by Bluechrome (reprinted 2006) read about it or order from;
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Andrew
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