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
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