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RED
ROOF INN,
Love
a Few Miles North of Trenton, New Jersey,
Revised,
April 2012
Darling,
darling, girl,
Much
between us remains unsaid,
Remember
that first overnight date at the Red Roof Inn.
I
am in search of this lost time.
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 rear of the room.
And
you, there, in your bikini briefs,
At
the end of the aisle, you were in an alcove,
An
enclosure directly opposite the bathroom;
It
occupied half the suite’s entire width.
Your
back to me,
You
stood up against a cantilever table.
It
was a wall-to-wall vanity with a mirror,
A
mirror whose length matched the table’s surface,
And
it covered the back wall up to the ceiling.
Recessed
lamps provided light from overhead.
You
brushed 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
remained behind you,
I
bent my torso forward at the waist,
And
extended my arms between your legs.
I
was squatting and each one of my hands
Was
wrapped around one of your ankles.
My
fingers held you just above your feet.
Head-down,
I pulled myself close to you.
My
left shoulder went to the center,
It
rested within a spot between your buttocks and legs.
The
left side of my chin found a niche,
It
touched the back of your right knee.
That
was the posture when I had at first embraced you.
Once
I stood up,
Regained
some sense of normal composure,
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 know how to compliment a girl.”
I
was dumbfounded. I thought for a moment;
I
took a moral attitude, yet my tongue was tied.
I
spoke these words, yet they were only to myself.
‘Woman!
Trust my veracity.
‘Do
not confuse my honest praise with flattery.’
Then,
pretending to further my defense,
I
more or less recalled the poet’s immortal words,
Those
lines about truth and beauty being one,
And
is not response to beauty, truth?
I
ran the maxim in my mind. I remained speechless.
“‘Beauty
is truth, truth beauty.’”
I
dwelled in total awe of you.
And
when old age our generation shall waste,
And
time brings world to more and other woes,
We
have had this moment and its sentiment remains –
‘Darling,
that is all,’ I quoted the lines to myself,
I
had not uttered a word aloud,
‘You
know on earth, and all you need to know.’
