The Lady And The Parasol 1 Poem by John Rickell

She sat beneath the parasol
white wine to her mouth.
How I envied the goblet
could feel the warmth of woman's lips
memory fresh as the Chardonnay
she sipped in exquisite calm;
my drink was red as my desire.
We smiled, raised glasses
I doffed my hat, she uncrossed her legs
and so we sat full half an hour.
She glanced at times, I too,
admired her light brown hair
to her shoulders above her breasts
heavy in her blouse, held secure
by one lone button, pearl as was her skin.
The afternoon droned on in the shade of Cypress;
she confident, called the waiter
for another glass, this time water; (it was hot.)
she gloried in my attentions
crossed her legs again revealing thighs
pearl as was her skin.
We played our game discrete as virgin lovers
not a word between us, smiled again.
I rose, raised my hat and said ‘Hello’
turned towards the beach and left,
tomorrow was another day.