Geisha Possibilities

I sit on her balcony
Its warm

A few feet away she’s naked
But for purple satin robe

Under my breath I thank her
For the company

She brews coffee, breaks lychee shells
Doesn't hear me – that’s okay

The sun rises to her wet fingers
Whilst I fondle my belt buckle

I want to turn and say
I am sorry
I think I am playing games

Something like that

But I can’t move
I'm distracted

In the yard below Maud begins to sing
Her old face a structure so defined
It is brighter than the sun

When I do summon the courage
To throw my part away
I see it is already done

The woman I meant to thank has gone
Perhaps to the bathroom
Back to the bedroom
Or else to that sun


Maida Vale, London