Three Poems by Steve Dalachinsky

up early.
clouds. downpour. clouds
vacuuming. washing floor.
making love almost an hr.
biting. fingering. playing around.
torturing exasperated breasts.
i tell her to keep her clothes on.
i naked.
she. more orgasms. wine.
me. thrust gently into her wine-filled mouth.
she drinks. swallows.
naked. i rise.

the girl across the way is drying her hair int he sun.
she's been to the beach.
somewhere where it's warm. no rain.
she sips her coffee. shakes out her towel. sniffs her duffle bag.

our love making has cleared the sky.

paris 8/01