Bedside manner

By | 1 July 2009

He slipped through the curtains
on a Friday night, and pulled them tight
behind him. Immediately familiar,
he peeled back the sheet and slid his hands
into her prickly armpits, rested his head on her back,
pressed her belly, tucked a stethoscope
under the cotton smock, lifted her bra
to get close to her heart.

You don't have any rebound tenderness,
he said, and you're not guarding,
but you've had nothing to eat,
you must be so hungry. And as his warm hands
went here and there, he told her of eating rock oysters
alone at a Sydney restaurant, a whole plate
all to himself.

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