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Monday, July 21, 2008

RED ROOF INN edited version

A Few Miles North of Trenton, New Jersey

An impossibly large bed stretched out across the room.

Between its feet and a long chest of drawers
A narrow aisle traveled the length.
It ran from the front door to the back of the room.

And you, there, in your underwear, in an alcove,
It was an enclosure directly opposite the bathroom,
And it occupied the suite’s entire width by half.

You were standing up against a cantilever table.
It was a wall-to-wall vanity with a mirror,
A mirror whose linear extent matched the table’s,
And it climbed up from surface plane to the ceiling.
Recessed lamps provided light from overhead.

You were brushing your hair,
And with each stroke I saw
How your shoulder blades flexed.

I rose up from the bed,
Took a few steps,
And then, still from behind you,
I bent my torso forward at the waist,
And extended my arms,
My hands reached both your legs at the ankles.

Head-down, I pulled myself close to you.
My left shoulder found the center,
It rested right between your buttocks and legs.
The left side of my chin found a niche,
It touched the right back of your knee.

I was squatting and each of my hands
Was wrapped around one of your respective ankles,

When I told you
That I had never personally encountered a woman
Who looked so much the better naked than clothed.

'Wow!' Burst out. And you said,
‘You sure knew how to compliment a girl.’

Woman! Trust my veracity.
For though dumb struck,
In my heart I recited the poet's immortal words,

'Beauty is truth, truth beauty -- that is all
You know on earth, and all you need to know'.

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