Ruben The Teaser Poem by Jan Oskar Hansen

Ruben, The Teaser
I knew it was her when she entered the cafe
had seen her before in a fake painting behind
a bar in downtown New York this Rubenesque
a woman only this time she wore a short frock.
those thighs could so easily strangulate man,
and through her dress her nipples were big and
visible. She had a glow in her face of a woman
who had just made love or was going to
Forty years too old, a sigh and I concentrated on
the schnitzel I was eating with salad and no spuds.