Vanililina.

Her name was Vanililina
and she tasted very nice
her frequent speciality
was boiled rice
she made it for me
at least twice
she had on mostly
shoes
not much else
Birkenstock shoes
those shoes
but not socks
for some reason
just the shoes
she didn’t feel the need
for socks
I mean
she had super little feet
white feet
and they were very neat
her feet
and tidy
and you could see her heels
because of the way
that they were
the shoes
I used to look at them
her heels
between our meals
or even eating
and sometimes staring
and when she took a mind
she would kick them off
her shoes
and so be very kind
as to disport her naked feet
in front of my eyes
pork pies
her eyes as well
were very tempting
and she used them on me
once or twice
in the room that we were renting
Vanililina
with her elevated musings
and her exalted speculations
original apprehensions
feminine dimensions
she presented hypotheses
deployed appositely
and reported earnestly
to me
at the interstices
of our sexual relations
she took me to the cinema
Vanililina
she talked to me quite often
but with no spurious intention
for my heart to soften
and so
I will always Love her.
Or will I?
Vanililina!