Laurie Quinn Seiden and her Burmese cat, Bart


You’re hanging your paintings
Around the room
Long slender arms
The curve of your hip
Morning sunlight coming through
You ask me “does this look straight?”
But all I can concentrate on is you

Paint spattered jeans
Four sizes too big
Hanging off your hips
Halter top showing flat belly
I pretend to be paying attention
But my thoughts drift off

How easily I could slide down your jeans
Wouldn’t have to unbutton a thing
The softness of your thighs
The musk smell between your legs
I drift away to familiar places

Sure baby “that looks straight”
Like I’m really paying attention
© 2010
In loving memory…rest in peace Gary