Operatic Sex
His wallet fell from his pocket and landed at her feet.
He’d paid her to sing by mistake – so he said
and dance for him, but that came later.
He being older, more musical than physical, desired
head sex; pure opera his thing and oddly – hers.
She found him comforting, unlike the average punter.
Safe in a contract of nakedness and high notes,
her nipples hardened in the street’s cold air,
as she trembled her way through a coloratura.
He’d watch but never touch; until one night – too much.
He kissed her,gagged her song;
wrong but understandable, he thought.
Poor devil, it had been so simple,hypothetical
and sinless, more or less, so gloriously sexual;
a skin cell’s width from actual.
She sang again, but not for him, he had to pay the basic rate,
no music, so, he fucked her silence with his sweat and beg.
Sing for the love of God girl, sing, he said.
(By and © Anna-May Laugher)
[Note: Anna may writes:
"I only found out about the website last night and became fascinated by the whole idea. David Grubb, who tutors me in creative writing at the River and Rowing Museum in Henley-on-Thames, was kind enough to send me the link.
I really hate the biog’ thing but here goes.
Anna-May Laugher born 1959
Lives in Berkshire
Prize winning poet.
Member of the Brickwork Poets
Had a poem accepted this year by the Media Studies students at the University of Chichester. They chose it to make a film, which was subsequently voiced over by Joanna Lumley. The BBC Big Screen project showed it in Portsmouth. The poem (Stone Map in Ravelin Park) will be published in an anthology of Portsmouth poems next year.
Website
www.annamay.moonfruit.com"]
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