21 September 2000 8 am weekend morning
pink rabbit clock quiet ticking, thin curtain
the air con unit at play, look at your eyes, flat nose, mouth
children sleeping other room, warm cool in morning heat
thin blue blanket on your back, raise your legs, massage
pull off your camouflage singlet top, now can better rub your back
gentle moans in sleep half-dreaming, touching
palm and fingers, thumb together rubbing smooth cool pale brown skin
going up towards the neck, then low, sarong hanging loose, high
burrow down; kiss your breast, intake of breath
holding, touching, scratching gently, trying now to climb your high
roll on your back; you’re ready now, relaxing muscles getting warm
kneel by feet, then come up the bed, enjoy your breathing
ankle, long leg, hip, warm thigh, where the hairs contrast with skin
pounding shoulder with feet, laughing when you want
you always pull me close when ready, enter
your thrusting almost, this early morning, pushed me off to grey tile floor
then we finish, now relaxing, hearing, feel, the pulse abate
making soft warm skin texture moist, the air con crying
back to sleep for you, not me, on my back, with your pillow near
caressing warm anatomy, gazing quiet
refreshing shower in the bathroom, washing off the sweat from me
then breakfast toast, marmalade, a pot of hot strong Lipton’s tea
Get up, you lazy woman, it’s 8 30
