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Mamie in Malaga.

Mamie met you
in the base camp bar

in Malaga
her curly red hair

damp from a recent shower
and said

Picasso was born here
In this bar?

you said
No

she moaned
In the city

in 1881
and she took the drink

you'd bought her
I like Picasso don't you?

she asked
taking a sip

of the drink
and you noticed

the tight tee shirt
snugly holding

her firm breasts
and her eyes bright

as sunlight's breaking dawn
yes

you said
I like his later work

not the Blue
or Pink period or

that Cubist shite
and your eyes

slipped downwards
along her slender frame

the tight blue jeans
caressing her small

but plumpish ass
her fingers holding

the glass
and you thinking

of other things
far removed

from Picasso‘s art
though knowing he

would understand
where your mind

had wandered
and what the scene

your mind had set
like some dramatist

preparing for a play
she sipped more

of the drink
her head thrown back

the nice turn
of the neck

the chin
the nose

the ears protruding slight
between her red

and curly hair
and wondered deep

as you drank your own
if the other hair below

between her thighs
was as red and tight

as that above
and she said

breaking through
your thoughts

Was it lust or love
that moved his brush

Picasso I mean?
and oh you mused

taking on her words
and squeezing

the meaning
from each syllable

that was uttered
on her breath

to lay my head
upon her breast

not to sleep
but dreaming rest

and you turning to her
said High love or low lust

fed by his fond muse
moved his brush I trust.

poem by Terry Collett
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