That Kensington Hotel

I remember it well

That Kensington hotel

I’ve just told a lie

Because I can’t recall its name

But I remember that Saturday night

We watched a posh couple fight

From our hotel window

Laughing at their articulation

I met you At Trinity College

You were seeking knowledge

At a pointless summer camp

I sought out your bright blue eyes

You came from a wealthy clan

A New Yorker with a tan

I became your tour guide

In exchange for sex it seems

We had six weeks of laughter

This is all that we were after

No wedding bells,no true love

Just material to write about

Your last weekend arrived

Our casual affair survived

We went to London

And stayed in that Kensington Hotel

I described the Sloane rangers

Pointed out loners and strangers

From the window of our room

We sat up all night with the moon

I kissed you goodbye in Terminal Three

You smiled and waved back at me

I drove to Oxford smiling

At the beautiful secrecy of fate

©JMcN2014