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[Jerrybaldy]

She's got the skinny ribs
The little tits
The belly button ring
The phone
She's got late night satisfaction
She's got the shoes
That go from bar to bar
The bus fare home.
The quirky look beneath
Green eyeshadow.
She has the bass beating at the door
The toilet roll on the floor.
The happy ever after of the book
Before bed.
The needle in her leg
The music in her head.
The member from behind
The memory of playing in sand.
The men who left but a trace
The sandwich from lunch
With a lipstick bite.

The weather this morning said clear
With scattered showers
The man pointed and smiled
It's all ok.
He juddered.
Chance of wind chill.
He was done.

A lady was playing violin by the sinks.
Wet thighed she danced
Like the lights were the stars
And some body may spot her
And bring her to life.

[Haunted]

*YOU* make these people alive. Such a vivid and sad picture.

[Jerrybaldy]

Thanks Haunted. Appreciate your comments.

[DieterM]

I agree with haunted—alive she is, at least in your poem. Always a pleasure to read your poetry, Jerry!