MOBY DICK 1973

LOVERS IN PARIS IN 1973

She lies there
on the floor
of our room
in that cheap
small hotel
in Paris.

I wonder
who else has
lain naked
on this floor
wanting sex
in the raw?
Sonya asks.

You look like
a model
for Degas,
I answer.

Come on then
Benedict
don't dither
standing there
like the Pope
at a down
town orgy,
she tells me.

I undress
taking off
my black jeans,
and tee shirt,
and boxers.

The small white
radio
in the room
oozes out
a Mozart
aria.

Now undressed
I watch her
taking in
her plump fruits
and blonde thatch.

I descend
upon her
and harpoon
her softly
(my well known
party trick),
with my young
Moby Dick.