Neville

The Tale of Brulee

The Tale of Brulee

 

As she lay there, on the rear seat

of his truck like that ..

Her wheaten coat, did catch

the first few rays of our new spring

and damn me ..

If she did not look near golden ..

Just like

the burnished cloak of some

high Aztec priest he thought ..

And even from

that distance, he needed Ray Bans

for the glare ..

While she, did either feel or hear

or smell

the breeze of him approaching ..

And her rudder

started flapping both to and fro

and here to there ………..........  x