Love
Sex

Snakeskin Boots

Harrow-on-the-Hill 1964
Felix Dennis
March 8, 2001
Soho, London
Unpublished
Arrow
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I remember the hill and the sun in her hair,
       I remember the moss on a tombstone seat,
With the grass as tall as a mad march hare.
       I remember she kicked the shoes off her feet.

I remember her calling me ‘daft as a brush’,
       And the taste of the orange she helped to peel.
I remember she mocked my feeble moustache
       And my snakeskin boots with their Cuban heel.

I remember the lids of her eyes as we kissed,
       I remember the shock of a gentle slap
As she hissed ‘Not here!’ and circled my wrist
       When I fumbled the catch of her brassiere strap.

I remember it rained as we raced for a fuck
       To my room.  I remember we tore off our clothes —
Except for my boot where the zip had stuck!
       And her poached-egg breasts, I remember those.

I remember we tumbled both half insane
       On the bed, and the arch of her back as I came.
I remember we did it again and again,
       And we screamed...
               ...but I cannot remember her name.