Dalya walked
from her tent
to the block
of showers
and went in
the place smelt
of bodies
of hot skin
of damp hair
she showered
dried herself
and came out
I came out
of the men's
shower block
all refreshed
where are you
going to?
she asked me
in the town
I replied
can I come?
I don't want
to be stuck
in my tent
with the Yank
bitch whom we've
just picked up
in Hamburg
Dalya said
already
she's started
about men
who she wants
in her bed
(sleeping bag)
where I am
going then?
I asked her
find some place
she replied
saucy cow
you can share
with young me
I told her
the Aussie
is sharing
the tent with
the Yorkshire
school teacher
you want me
to share a
tent with you?
Dalya said
just to sleep
I replied
and of course
everyone
will believe
I just sleep
in your tent?
I'm leaving
about 12
if you want
to come see
all the sights
of Hamburg
I told her
she nodded
and we met
dead on 12
and made love
in my tent
that's as far
as we went.
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