Miss Pinkie And Moonshine 1973 Poem by Terry Collett

I brought scotch
to her flat
(Miss Pinkie)

late evening
no TV
but music

on her old
boxed hi-fi
Mahler's 1st

or his 5th
then she'd sit
next to me

on the couch
lights dimmed low
she made up

hair done nice
with a short
nightie on

and she'd say
now Benny
how about

you and me
getting down
this whiskey

a few chocs
then have some
real hot sex?

We added
a few more
good whiskies

some dark chocs
more Mahler
then we'd walk

to her bed
(big double)
and strip off

and climb in
or fall in
a bright moon

shining in
from the sky
a train passed

on the track
quite nearby
Mahler played

the final
loud movement
as we made

our prelude
or foreplay
little games

before sex
then the sex
then lying

on our backs
as Mahler
was silent

and trains gone
faraway
and moon shone.