Coctail Napkin Poem #1

Crocadile teardrop tattoo (must have hurt like hell) caught my eye straight off-- Black lace slip showing: "Hello. Sorry I'm late." I stood to seat her. Talcum-white calf curvy as an ampersand & smooth as a shark tooth flashed like some electronic door-swipe ID. "Lady, You look so damn dangerous!" Footnote: Word has it that seven Italian ex-boyfriends are buried in the desert. Las Vegas 1968