Girlfriends- Carol Ann Duffy

That hot September night, we slept in a single bed, 
naked, and on our frail bodies the sweat 
cooled and renewed itself. I reached out my arms 
and you, hands on my breasts, kissed me. Evening of amber. 
Our nightgowns lay on the floor where you fell to your knees 
and became ferocious, pressed your head to my stomach, 
your mouth to the red gold, the pink shadows; except 
I did not see it like this at the time, but arched 
my back and squeezed water from the sultry air 
with my fists. Also I remembered hearing, clearly 
but distantly, a siren some streets away – de 
da de da de da – which mingled with my own 
absurd cries, so that I looked up, even then, 
to see my fingers counting themselves, dancing.

Poema "Girlfriends" de Carol Ann Duffy