Delta40
12-02-2009, 08:53 AM
I relished his musty smells
Brut 33, oil and cigarette
cableknit jumper, heeled leather shoes
I pressed my cheek against his chest
to inhale the majestic feel
of trembling comfort scurrying
up my spine
On his lap, the world was mine
his sideburns, mustache, wavy hair
tangled by fondling pudgy fingers
till finally his whiskered chin rested
upon my small crown
A throne fit for a queen, he said
Balanced high upon the barstool
Where we both leant
His tenor echoed through me
onto the mahogany bar.
Soggy beermats and overflowing ashtrays
like a platter of man's guts
coloured my realm
There in his spoken silence I dwelt
nestled warm like a replete chick
in the wing of safety
that only habitual pints
of beer can provide
to a little princess
Brut 33, oil and cigarette
cableknit jumper, heeled leather shoes
I pressed my cheek against his chest
to inhale the majestic feel
of trembling comfort scurrying
up my spine
On his lap, the world was mine
his sideburns, mustache, wavy hair
tangled by fondling pudgy fingers
till finally his whiskered chin rested
upon my small crown
A throne fit for a queen, he said
Balanced high upon the barstool
Where we both leant
His tenor echoed through me
onto the mahogany bar.
Soggy beermats and overflowing ashtrays
like a platter of man's guts
coloured my realm
There in his spoken silence I dwelt
nestled warm like a replete chick
in the wing of safety
that only habitual pints
of beer can provide
to a little princess