Cupidity

a poem by Jan Oskar Hansen

She stood in the doorway
Smoking a cigarette and
I sensed moving hips under
A long worn dressing gown.

She had a lived in face and
No make up to hide deep
Furrows, but her lips were
Red and full.

She was sexy as hell, knew
It too, laughed when I slipped
On the curb, I simply couldn’t
Get her out of my mind.

When darkness descended and
Streetlights were stars on an
Overcast sky I went back and
Knocked on her door!