' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' 'The Long Hello(For Barry)

I left my memory in a run-down hotel all damp patches & peeling plaster. Who am I? Wish I knew! Maybe I'm a salesman travelling in lady's underware. Naw...that don't seem right! I looked into the blurr that formed & unformed before me constructing in my mind's eye a Hollywood smile that's all stage set nothing behind it but... fakily real. She had an Art Deco heart she wore on her sleeve bit frayed 'round the edges. and a laugh that lingered like perfume. 'Hi, Petal! ' her lopsidded grin was all femme fatale. She spoke in Film Noir. I knew the lingo. 'Remember me? ' she sighed softly as if caressing herself remembering me caressing her. I sure wish I remembered it in intimate detail. I'm a stickler for detail. This broad was slim but with curves in all the right places ; ; ; if ya get my drift. Her laugh was all lightness and lavender. 'Good...good! ' she cooed. 'I see your erection is at least listening! ' I involuntary covered my crotch with both hands as if I was naked. I wish she was. Her curves flowed like very runny honey over the back of a spoon trickling on to the tip of a tongue. She was strictly yum as in YUM! Then she went all Cubist on me as if she'd been badly drawn by that Picasso artist. I felt like a 2-D drawing as she approached me in 3-D. My conscience found its voice (down behind the back of the couch) It wheezed and wheedled like it was Peter Lore. 'Ouch! ' I ouched. 'Ok...ok! ' I announced in a too loud voice 'I believe I know... ....who done it! ' 'It was...' I stammered. 'It was...' I stuttered. 'Cut it...Cutes! ' she snapped like knicker elastic. 'I guess we both know the score.' She somehow contrived allowed her dress to fall to the floor where it pooled at her feet like a green silk puddle. 'Hey has anybody told you you look just like Pot a chelli's Birth(I burp) of Venus! ' 'Cut the wise cracks Jack... it was the drink ...done it! ' 'You just had one bottle of Baileys too many! ' 'But now...it's finished...ya hear ...finshed! ' She threw the bottle over her naked shoulder. I listened to her in glorious Technicolour hangover. She poured her body all around me like jelly in a mold. 'Hung over sure...but I think I got the cure! ' Her kiss was like the last page of a damn good Who ...dun it! finally falling falling falling into place. I kissed her lovely face.