towel

'round Poland

hitchhiking

then I knock on your door

        

sun fuels youthful urges like a summer ago

but now I am a man an inch taller and stronger

all bone and muscle bound by the same delicious

silk and rainbow soaked suntanned skin you remember

all month displayed day after day but for the evening

dances



that was a year ago

when you were beautiful

and now you are even more so

in full bloom and

married



you're the hostess I never knew

I am waiting at the sink

and you simply smile

and you're waiting a step away

and don't let go of the towel





        

                          Wlodzimierz Holsztynski ©

                                1997-06-23