Brass Bold

[tectak]

I really like the core of this poem, but, if I may be so bold:


Casually she rubs under her breast,
lights her bong with a lighter
stolen from the charity shop,
where she use to work part time.

Plump like a calf's,A calf's what??
her tits loll across her upper arm.
Eyes wide, she draws smoke deep
into cavernous lungs.

I kiss the small of her back
just above crease of her Rubenesque arse,"...the crease of a Ruben's arse, surely?
rest my thumbs in the dimples
at the base of her padded spine.

"fuck off you dirty old bugger"

she snorts, like a pig hunting truffles,
tells me to leave the money
next to the enamel basin.
I think about leaving a tip...

Decide she wasn't worth it.


Please feel free to ignore everything I have done...

Ah....got it....this is billy's poem. On the tablet. Did not see original.
Best,
tectak