ALWAYS TO PLEASE 1970

A BOY AND GIRL IN MOROCCO IN 1970 AT A CAMP BASE.

Miriam came
into your tent
at the camp base
a few miles from Tangiers.

She zipped
up the tent
behind her.

I saw your friend leave
he's gone
to Marrakesh with others
on the yellow trucks
she said.

I know
you said
he asked if I was going
but I said no.

She knelt
as the tent
was too low
to stand.

Shall we?
She said.

If you like
you said.

She took off her top
and her bra
and her small tits
hung there
the brown dugs
smiling.

You undressed slowly
all the time
watching her
as she sat
and slipped off
her jeans
and then
her underwear.

Outside there
were voices
of those who
never left
far off
and some nearby.

You were both naked
she kneeling
you lying
on the sleeping bed.

She crawled
towards your bag
and lay beside you.

I hope it's
a long way
to Marrakesh
she said.

Far enough
you said.

She gazed at you
and you drank in
her stare.

She touched your thigh
you touched her nest.

A slight wind outside
rattled the tent pole.

You entered
her smoothly
as a ship
into a fine harbour
and sailed her
over seven seas.

Always to serve
always to please.