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HENRY'S EARLY MORNING.

Poetry By: dadio
Poetry



HENRY WAKES TO NEW DAY AND OLD THOUGHTS AND GIRL AND NEIGHBOURS


Submitted:Feb 27, 2013    Reads: 38    Comments: 1    Likes: 2   


Henry lies in bed.
Henry smokes.
He looks at the girl
beside him, young piece,

Swedish, blonde,
looks like his niece.
Inhales, lets smoke hit
throat, in to lungs.

Jazz on hifi
in background,
high trumpet,
low saxophone.

Girl turns over,
naked, small tits,
closed eyes, semi
open mouth. He exhales,

watches smoke rise,
drifts, stays motionless
momentarily, then
moves to one side.

He scratches his thigh,
itches, scratches.
Leans over kisses
the girl's shoulder,

tastes lemons, bitter,
tingles tongue.
He remembers sex,
loads of, all ways,

lights low, lights out,
semi dark. Neighbours
rowing through wall,
he loud mouth, she

Wild Witch of the West,
rowing gone now.
Met her on the stairs,
brunette, slim,

face pretty, lovely ass.
He, Henry met in the street,
loud and muscular, ape like,
low jaw, big of eyes. Jabbing

off about dames not knowing
their place, gesturing with hands,
Henry thought him dull
and dim and moved off.

Remembers. Thinks the woman ok,
likes the way she sways
when walking, the red lipstick,
eye shadow to hide bruises.

The girl beside him stirs,
mutters in her foreign tongue,
puts out a hand, touches
Henry's arm. Opens her eyes,

bright blue, spreads lips, smiles.
Takes his cigarette, puts
between her lips, inhales,
closes her eyes,

holds cigarette between fingers,
smoke exhales, sways, lingers.





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