Face Fuck Book #53

Face Fuck Book #53

I was working at the United Nation
       with translators
Trying to make sense and style in English
Habibeh, assistant sec
       to Iranian Ambassador
       blond, stunning, thirty-ish
       leopard prints
       Crocodile Kelly Bag
       my neighbor
Before the Gods went mad
       returned Sharia rule
In those days as now
Colorful clad big-breasted African women
       swaying their enormous dashiki
       mombassa-ed down marble halls
       confronting with open eyes
Indian women
       tight lipped  
       severe hairstyles
       diamond nose piercings
 Dehli draped
       in silk saris
       transparently naked  
       smelling of curry
       carrying briefcases      
       rushing by in sandals
Saudi women in burqas
       Channel eye make up in extremus
       nude under the abaya
       in the warm summers
Small-breasted Taiwanese
       sexually ultra-sophisticated
       western in dress
       Asian in the bedroom
My days were a continual wet dream
I lived nearby in an apt house
Habibeh, lived down the hall
       her bespectacled husband
       expert in Coliopteri
       officed, Museum of Nat History
The door knock
       Why not the bell?
Knock knock
       two staccatos
Ah, Habibeh
       must want some milk
       sugar?
I opened the door
Eyes still sleep sealed
"We have no water
Our pipe froze"
She rushed in
"Let me check," I said
        pink soft bathrobe
        towel under her arm
"Yes, I'm ok"
"Let me use your shower"
       before I could respond
       she rushed into the bathroom
Woken up, I went in the kitchen
       to prepare coffee
       ten minutes later
A burst of steam
       the bathroom door opened
"Come here!"
       marvelous breasts
       framed by bathrobe
She grabbed me by my arm
       pulling me into the bed room
       nude
       towel around her head
"My husband's broken also"