fiona sinclair Poems
|1.||Not As Young As They Feel||11/24/2014|
|3.||The Reluctant Bride And Groom||11/24/2014|
|4.||When A Sex Symbol Takes To Sensible Shoes||11/24/2014|
|10.||Post Dated Appointment||11/24/2014|
|15.||The Quiet Room||11/24/2014|
|17.||Women Of A Certain Age||11/24/2014|
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Women Of A Certain Age
Women of a certain age
In the shared taxi she has bagged the front seat
beside the Elvis pretty driver.
Reclines as if already on a sun lounger
When does his shift end? Which clubs does he go to?
Her voice says late 40s, Louboutin heeled,
he giggles like a bashful girl, claims Little English.
But she has key phrases and gestures expressive as deaf alphabet,
so they manage a slow dance chat all the way into Side.
Two weeks sleeping in the sun all day like a cat,
evenings accessorised with scotch and Marlboro,
she will out- gyrate the belly girls, ...
Espresso high on his proposal,
no thoughts of a ring until on the Ponte Vecchio
amidst the blaze of bling,
his disappointment at the Medici price tags.
Time was I could have let you loose with my credit card.
You had sworn off real jewellery anyway,