I Know Who She Is

She lowers her legs down - the woman. I try to recall a name, three come to mind, they don’t fit with the blue flowers on her inked ankles, Alpine Gentians I think, they ring around slim ceramic hued bones. I like the equine arch, and roseate blush of her dainty feet. The woman lowers herself gently into my dream well. I kiss the soft dells behind each knee. “There, that’s better.” she says. “Got anything to drink?” “Just some imported beer, some cheap vodka.” “Got tonic water?” “Sure.” “Make mine a Vodka and tonic then.” She says brightly. There’s not much space in my dream well. I ease around her, fixing the drink stealing looks trying to place her face, her nerve tingling nakedness confuses my thoughts. “Ice?” “Go on ducky,” she says in a cockney accent, “cozy in ere innit?” I look down at my body, yesterday’s underpants, I remember I have not cut my toenails. “Bottoms up!” She exclaims. I gulp my cold beer trying to think of something to say. “Staying long?” I ask. “Can’t luv, naked girl dreams don’t last long. it’s the eyebrows you see, can’t control em after a while we blink out.” “I love you” “Oh you are sweet, ever thought of remodeling this well, not much room for fiction down ere?” “Well, I was thinking of putting in a sex dungeon but I am not very practical.” I answer. She rises slowly upwards smiling knowingly. “I’m not her you know, nor the uver two.” Watching her ascend, I say “I know, who you are, you’re the woman who lowers her legs.”