"Playing at Rusty's"

Who is she?.
Over there, beside the paw paws.
Breast like mangos.
Breath like frangipani.
See the way she'll touch the eggplant,
Fingers smoothing on the purple.

I was waiting at the bookstall
Pretending to read.
I felt her pass.
Now, among the fresh produces,
My visit is once more fruitful.

She knows I watch her.
See the way she steals a glance
In my direction?.
And than slips lady fingers in her bag,
Undetected,
Except by me.
She knows I see.
We've played this game at Rusty's now
Three Sundays in a row.(/font>

by Victor Barker