10:15

Jeanne saved my soul. Again last

night. She bathed me in love. She

told me I was beautiful. And I

made her come a lot. She made

me special perfumed tea. Went

and bought patisserie. Put on

music....Bob Marley. Lay me

back. And fed me.

She read a poem by Baudelaire.

Sitting naked in the chair. Her

perfume filled the holy air. And

eased my tired heart. She lit a

fire later on. Put her bra and

panties on. I watched her as

her beauty shone. And filled my

empty soul. And though I did

my best and tried.

Sadness claimed me and I cried.

She wiped the wetness from my

eyes. Being kind. She said she

didn`t mind. She drew a bath and

washed me clean. Then kneeling

took me by degrees. She held

me till I went to sleep. Then put

me on the 10:15.

God you work in wondrous ways.

Bless this girl for all her days.

And when I`m old and tired and

grey. I`ll think of this day.

Smiling.