‘Let me clean your carpets
your toes will think they’re in Persia’
His top lip stretched
and crumpled, stretched
and kissed.
I sorted my face into a quiet smile
the one my mother used.
‘Be bad luck to say no’
He had wrists
like emergency room doctors’
long brown hairs curled
at the strap of his watch
I couldn’t get away
from the thought of his fingers
inside me.
‘I’ll trim your hedge then’
His eyes kissed my feet
tossed
a laughing mouth
into the shade.
‘You’ve a couple of loose tiles’
It was cooking on the step
a breeze sauntered through the house
and flapped cotton against my legs.
‘I could save your life’
He leaned nearer
and spread his hands
under my eyes.
I watched the sun spin
on gold sleepers
while the smell of me seeped
out of the neck of my dress.
(Published in Iron Magazine 1995)
that is one of the best irene I realy injoyed this the first of yours I read yet
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
that is one good write Irene the first I read of your poems yet will read more later please take a look at mine