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