Where are yu?

Ezaki sweet love,

Japanese venture,

Exotic treat for a young man

Back in his prime.

 

Hair dark as coal

And even down there.

Paps the right handful size.

How our bodies rhymed and chimed

In knots and tangles on and off the sheets.

 

28 and 20 – what a great age to be.

You were a woman who shared her wares

As I shared my tears and adolescent delay.

 

At first I was uncertain

Panicking about the age.

I’d saved you from those tarts, their stupid sense of humour

Telling you rude English words to say to the hotel manager,

Which might have got you fired!

I came to the rescue and shouted “hey you”

Not knowing that was your name.

You stopped and smiled and we talked and I explained

The malice and the intelligence of those foolish fossil-like chambermaids.

Guess they don’t like cultures and race outside of their own.

I turned them down – in defiance if that is all I had to look forward to marrying

In my own backyard.

I wanted to be like James Bond

And taste foreign girls aplenty.

You indulged me on a few innocent dates

And things slowly built to where we it headed.

 

It’s as though we didn’t need sleep

As we clung to the sheets

Of hotel live in worker digs.

Everyone was at it all along the corridor,

Even guests who have paid for the luxury of escape.

 

We raided the toast, the tea pots and the occasional bottle of half-finished wine,

Found footing in our split hour duties – eyes not bagged or dreary.

After 11pm, the fun began

And we became athletic with new zest in our

Hospitality shattered bodies.

Tying knots and tangles

Like I said.

Rabbits.  Wheelbarrows. Moles and Cats.

Cartwheels, double numbers and bats.

 

You loved the heavy rock

And heaving to and fro,

You desired the Westerner’s body,

with your Eastern glow.

We're still there on occasions,

rising with the sun.