Bonzer Words!: Love Is The Art Of Left-Handed Coffee Drinking
Les Yemm's poem tells of illicit meetings in busy cafes.
Les writes for Bonzer! magazine. Please visit www.bonzer.org.au
“Crowded places are safest” she said, so
we meet at busy cafes. A table
for two and we sit, mouths talking easily
and eyes locked like military radar!
My right hand strays nonchalantly under
the table and meets the fingers of her
left. The hands caress, fingers delicately
seeking texture, probing folds and contours.
She reaches for and finds the sensitive
inner side of my wrist as I find
her Mount of Venus and her fingers lock
around me, tight as thighs. And so the span
of my entire universe is held
within the confines of a woman's hand!
And no one in the café knows!
Except for all the women – and one man.
© Les Yemm
