The Countess

I had this girl
who said she loved Bukowski.
She was clipping
her toe-nails,
humming softly to herself,
her clothes scattered
around
the room.

I looked at her
wondering how sweet
her tongue would taste,
and I approached her
really slowly
and whispered
very gently
in her ear:
"Expectancy has the certainty
of fulfillment ;
Hope always
walks into despair
and sorrow".