There was a bra lying at my feet.
A black one, shiny black cup.
And even more, were put in
that plastic bag a few feet
away.
But that was it, for the rest,
all the clothing was in a
trunk.
A woman was packing them.
Twisting and turning,
pivoting around a couple
of axes beyond this dimension.
The room was tied around her.
She had beautiful eyes.
Blue, shining.
There was nothing that could
be more sensual than those eyes.
But the woman moved
like nobody was there.
I ate the orange slices.
They were given to me,
to have something till
the drinks were ready.
She was still moving.
From notches and
cracks in the room
the final pieces
were strung out
and into the packs.
Done, and the offered drink
was also in a state of waiting.
The bag of bras
was somewhere gone.
Within an hour, she was gone.
I have gotten one of her shining eyes,
And she disappeared.
We went for a beer.
