The Left Bank

Don't walk away, Renee, I'm just getting warmed up your body is like a river and I'm going to swim across I want to explore the left bank of you then the right you're the only woman in this room with a sunflower in her hair and you take forever in the bathroom making me wait finally you emerge with a bottle of beer in one hand an ashtray in the other and say, "Okay, when do we start?" you're looking good tonight Renee with about twenty-five bracelets on your left wrist bandages on both legs an ankle bracelet how I long to see you wearing nothing but that ankle bracelet all my poems are about you tonight Renee