Z - Moon Girl

MOON GIRL

I knew we'd connected by the
Gentle way you washed my penis
At the sink.
The heat made me lightheaded
Or was it your perfume?
I looked at your flawless, slightly purple skin
And marvelled at its purity,
Refusing to believe it was just
Thick foundation and UV light.
Your tone was almost apologetic as
You asked for fifty gilders in advance.
I smiled as I handed it to you.
I knew you didn't really want to take it.

And I think we both knew that you hated me wearing a condom.

Afterwards we talked for what
Seemed like hours
But could only have been seconds.
I felt like I really understood you -
You were from Eastern Europe somewhere
You were called Moon Girl
(You said something else, but
Moon Girl just seemed so much more appropriate)
And yes, if I came back at five a.m. I could
Take you for a coffee.
But I fell asleep when I got home.

We had connected though.

The next time I strolled along your alley,
- Proud not furtive -
You tapped on the window and
Beckoned me over.
I saw the joy on my face reflected in yours.
You asked me why I never turned up for that coffee.
I smiled back at you and explained
About my comfortable armchair.

Four months had passed.