John D Robinson

The Gold-Mine

‘Her pussy is a gold-mine,
her fingertips are velvet
flowers’ what is that
bullshit!’ she said ‘What
the fuck does that mean?
gold-mine pussy?
velvet fingertips?
she said after reading a
poem that I had
dedicated to her, I
didn’t know what to
say and then she
started laughing, I
looked on feeling
dumb and foolish,
after a few moments
she moved in closer,
‘Thank you’ she said
and then ‘That’s nice,
the gold-mine is all
yours’ she said,
her velvet fingertips
clutching between
her legs.