That Apartment in Lower Queen AnnebyTzara©
Was there carpeting? I can't recall
though I know the floors were oak,
and squeaked when trod upon. The light
was from the north, subdued
by the hillside, though we must
have looked out on neighbor's lit windows
climbing the Counterbalance. Perhaps
I can see cherry trees across the street,
but that may just be springtime
and fondness fogging my memory.
It was all so long ago.
All I really can remember now is the wine
you laughingly spilled
over your taut belly, how acrid
was its bite, how suddenly it warmed
to your heat, how it set me on the path
of moving ever lower on your body
in search of more exotic tastes.