9/28/10

Silk Sheets
By Mike Berger


Bobbi was a tough girl.

She wasn't petite and demure.

Get out of line with her and she

would break your arm.



We became fast friends. I loved

her sarcastic quick wit. She was

the master of a well turned phrase.

We spent a lot of time together.



I told her that I wanted to kiss her.

She laughed and said, "If you have

to ask the answer is no." As we

talked the subject turned to love.

She said that she bet I would like

to make love to her under the old

sycamore tree.



"No," I replied. That is the last thing

I would ever do. "If we made love, it

would be in the finest room in the

town on silk sheets”. I told her that only

the best would do. I'll never really

understand that lady. All she could

do was squeeze my hand and cry.


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Author of two books of short stories. Three humor pieces have won awards. Writing poetry for less than a year. Work has or will appear in forty-five journals. These include AIM, Still Crazy, First Edition, Stray Branch, and Mid West Quarterly, Evergreen and Krax. Published two chapbook, Raw and Lighten Up published by CC&D Press. Member of The Academy of American Poets.