NEW YEAR'S DAY, 2003

I remember the first time

I got up from the table that was near the window

after sandwiches and wine

I was a woman who had been single for a year

You were a man whose wife had died

I stood near you and you lifted my long sheer silk shirt

and kissed my stomach

We repaired to my bed

and the rest is history

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