Superstitions and Sex

I must have used all the luck
I had in me,
for I secured the last barstool
in the crowded Manhatten bar-
My drink came with relative speed:
whiskey sour, cherry on top,
but before I could take a sip
I felt my arm pinched-
A cute ginger decked out
in green and clovers had her grip
on my arm
"You're not wearing any green!"
she teased
No, I'm not
"How come?"
I'm not Irish or catholic, I've got
no reason to celebrate
"Then why are you here?" she gestured
at the bar around us-
Cause i'm a writer and writers
need their liquid fuel
I raised my drink in toast to her
and downed it
"Sam."
I raised an eyebrow at her
"Sam, that's my name."
So I gave her mine
"I know a much better place
if you'd like to go."
I took a quick look around me
Is it quieter?
"Much!"

I placed a ten on the counter
and she grabbed my arm
dragging me from that place,
out onto the street, into a cab,
down the road ten minutes
all while she asked me questions-
We got out
and made our way towards
a stone gray building with a revolving door-
This doesn't look like a bar
"I never said I was taking you to one."
I followed her none-the-less
up some stairs
and outside room 321
She unlocked the door and invited me in.

Canvasses were everywhere.
Hanging up, on the floor, on the tables and chairs
and the sofa...everywhere
most of them were of books and a few
were of bookshelves or the sort
"Welcome to my place."
I like it, I like it a lot. Did you paint
all of these?
"I did. I like books, if you couldn't tell."
I could. I'm impressed.
"Don't be. It's just a hobby. Can
I get you something to drink?"
Sure, I'll take whatever you have-
She disappeared, leaving me surrounded
by her art.

After a while she came back
and my jaw dropped-
"I hope you don't mind that I slipped
into something more comfortable..."
It looks like you slipped into nothing-
She smiled and offered me the beer
she was carrying and
beckoned me to follow her,
which I did.

I sat my beer on the nightstand
as I followed her onto her bed,
"I told you I know
a much better place."

We lay intertwined, afterwards, she
offered me a smoke, which I took-
I thought you said this place
would be quieter-
She blushed,
"Was I that loud?!"
It's preferable to being mute
"Then don't complain!" she slugged me
on the shoulder-

She left me on the bed
as she moved to a spot near
the window where paints and a canvas
had been set up
and she began to work-
I finished my cigarette
and closed my eyes, drifting
into sleep.

I awoke some time later, wiping
the sand from my eyes-
she was still painting-
Have you moved since you sat down?
"Hard to paint if you don't move."
I laughed
crawling out of bed I
came up behind her to look at her work-
A grand library was on the canvas
with Greco-roman style columns and
gothic style gargoyles guarding the entrance,
it was architecturally astounding-
That's new, I don't think I saw any libraries
amongst your other paintings
"That's cause there aren't, this is the
first time I've been so inspired."
Yeah?
"It means you have a lot of stories within you."
You some sort of psychic?
"I've not been wrong about this before."
So you're like a fortune-telling succubus or something?
"I've never quite heard it put
that way before. I like it."
Maybe I'll write a story about you-
She got up from her seat and pushed me towards her bed
with a smile,
"I'm sure you will."