Neville

The Angle of Her Lay

The Angle of Her Lay

 

Depending on the time of day

he might well

choose to rise and meet her

halfway perhaps

beneath that flimsy cotton

bodice top ..

below her shift, her slip or stay ..

Oh’ dear lord

he cried; she has the profile of

a feline and

the subtle curve of a swans neck

feeding ….

Oh’ yes, she does

and just between the you and me

Depending

on the angle of her lay …  

Somewhere

between the hollow of her

shoulders

and the very gentlest of sways

Her back

would arc to greet him

as she bites her lip and blushes

and she prays that he

her lover might just stay another day