251. My Gap Year
this is as close to heaven
as I’m ever likely to get,
I thought,
as I knelt in front of her
& she just stood there
in pink satin panties
– a vision –
and edging my fingers under
the elastic & gently
easing them lower
a tattoo revealed itself
in Kunstler Script
just above her mound:
it said Mind the Gap
and I could see why
as my cupped palm could fit
sideways between the top of her legs
and barely touch the sides.
this was the moment when I
got religion, of a sort,
and decided
that there must be a god after all
as nothing so perfect could have evolved
in less than a billion years or so.
Other times it was blondes,
other times Asians
but at twenty one
this was my gap year.