For Tracey.

audacious bronzed form of woman,
a womb warm, and squishy bosom,
close, nearly sandwiched, with a smile,
sustained like a held note on a stave,

written as a lullaby or a soppy ode.

hold me tight perhaps and save me,
cackle or heckle and crave me like
fag smoke; tales, hand-combed curls;
offie trips for crisps or a diet coke,

come dine with me, a hug and a nap.