She mustn’t have slept a night <br />Driving eyes all over her I thought <br />Her eyes resembled dead fish <br />I wondered about my long haunted wish. <br /> <br />She leaned forward and picked a cigarette <br />I wondered whether my virgin kiss is going to be sour <br />She made the smoke into melting rings <br />And my breathing air started smelling burned. <br /> <br />Flash of her white thighs made me shiver <br />Shivers I hardly felt melt in the winter <br />She rose her eyes and scanned my face <br />I lowered my eyes and watched a scar on her knee. <br /> <br />Restless she coughed and moved in her chair <br />Numb I tried to remember few polite terms <br />Then my fingers found more holes in my jacket pocket <br />Reminding I must undress later. <br /> <br />So? The first word I heard from her, tired. <br />Nothing, I kept the wrinkled dollars and few cents on the table <br />I reached for my hat and without looking at her <br />Walked out into my mystical winter night.<br /><br />Raj Thampi<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-lady-me/
