A Weber Type of Fracture

Her injured ankle upon the garden chair,
the other apart beside on another;
she lies out golden, slowly naked there.

Halffinished croissant & blonde hair,
all lengths of her glisten in hot weather,
her injured ankle upon the garden chair.

Reclined back and unbikini’d till bare —
peering neighbours do not smother.
She lies out golden, slowly naked there,

spread, pursed. Long fingers do not care.
A choir of flies about her frame, in prayer, hover
round her injured ankle upon the garden chair.

Saturday morning Wimbledon won’t stare
if the sun & I applause up her;
when she lies out golden, slowly naked there.

Creased and pleased she comes, lips blare;
our together laughs suffix a shudder.
Her injured ankle upon the garden chair,
she lies out golden, slowly naked there.