Partners In Literature (Stones)

After that first bumpy encounter as passenger and cabbie,
Fenwick Cooper, the silver cigarette holder socialite,
began to hire me on a regular basis to drive her to sundry places.
The trip following La Marketa was to the Cloisters.

We spent several hours in a Middle Age setting
of European monasteries and masonry, imported and reassembled
in the northern tip of Manhattan, thanks to the generosity of capitalism
and the Rockefellers.

Ms Cooper's treks to the city's antiquities
were usually conducted in silence. She'd hit a flask,
and me a joint. Back in her pad or mine, we'd discuss for hours
what we had seen together.

Those were the days, those were the trips.
I recorded my impressions in a diary of 300 pages.
Not much else to say. Love takes different forms,
Ours was purely and strictly a platonic relationship.

It goes to prove that such is possible between a man and a woman
mutually attracted, both spiritually and physically.
Oh by way, did I forget to mention,
that Klondike Ramirez is a eunuch.

The End