Reflex
        Out in the  Bowery on a Friday night. I’m making the rounds. Late start A7 seems the 4 porn stars of the apocalypse are playing. I am having gin rocks; it's all the hard-core guy’s, roaming sexually frustrated groups. Time to move on.
Gildersleeves I know the door guy, let him in at my club. He slips me 3 drink tickets I go to the bar. The raging porn stars of the apocalypse are playing.  I reckon a prime spot at the bar.  I am on my second drinks something hits me hard in the back I spin my left coming hard and fast. I ‘m operating on muscle memory. Don’t know what it is, but I am going to take it out!
My punch deflected this never happens, and I am thinking roundhouse kick I see that it's actually a tall woman behind me. Stumble back in mid-pivot.  A heavily accented voice  (probably a sabra) says, “I was pushed into you, sorry.”
“No sorry reflex, fancy a drink love ” She smiles widely.
“Your reflex is dangerous, no? We drink, talk,” She answers.  Slipping her arm around me.
    “Where were you trained?” I ask.
“Elite”, she answers. Not a stretch without heels ‘5”’11, slim, high cheekbones, green bedroom eyes, Tonnes of thick auburn hair and flawless skin.
    “Not nervous?” she asks.

“ Why would I be? I have met a beautiful woman before.” I answer.
“I block a punch,” She says.

I’m glad you did. I don’t hit women even when they’re some sorts of Bond girl.
Know that you’re a better fighter than 70% of the men in here, your name, I’m Trinity.” I said.
“Rivka “ answers. She laughs and kisses me, watching band screaming at each other to be heard, then we settle for kissing.
She pantomimes smoking. I lead her out back.  She smiles at my Gitane’s and takes one we are in the alley by dumpsters and the homeless. She leans towards me and says let's leave starting to rain.
“Your place?”
    “”Agency apartment, no good,” She says’
“I live in a cold water walk-up in the east village,” I warn.
    “ Are there multiple models, with competing egos and eating disorders?”
    “No,  only a bed,  a stereo, books art my guitar,” I answer
    “Sounds like heaven,” She says laughing.
    “You can use my helmet, “ I say noting she already has a leather jacket and leggings  spike heeled boots
    She is a good rider holding on tightly leaning with me. A quick ride from skid row to my flat and the irony is not lost on me.
I pull up she dismounts and says 35th brigade, that's where I learned.” She is an Israeli paratrooper
“Cool. 35th Brigade the best.” She hands me the helmet I take her by the hand and lead her to my flat. She looks around at the chaos paintings in progress; spirals bursting with lyrics, musings, and journals entries sketches flyers for show stereo on (ghetto security system.).  Rivka claps, and says,  “You’re authentic”
“You’ll excuse the mess my housekeeper has been delayed indefinitely.”
    “Messy, clean is OK “ Rivka announces and sheds her coat. And sits on the futon.
“A glass of wine, coffee?” I offer.
“Water, I want to be awake.  “ Rivka answers
    “Tap, water, OK?” I ask.
“  OK, you’re so real, no pretense,” She says
No pretense, no money, no future-the perfect man.” I answer laughing.
“I like,” Rivka says. I slip my jacket off, and sit next to her and kissing her. I can feel her energy.
She responds pulling my T- off, followed by hers. This is going to be fun. She undresses quickly and helps unfold futon. Lays down Rivka’s body is amazing, long, strong yet very feminine. It makes me think of a sensual El Greco. I join her grabbing her by the hair and she straddles me, this is intense as it gets. She only stops to take long drinks of water. We roll onto the floor.  She is bleeding I think her lip is cut. I start to pull away she holds me and says, “We finish!”
    “I kiss her she tastes rusty and salty there is just too much electricity surging through us for me to care.
Rivka screams as she comes to her nails drawing blood on my back.
She bites my lip and tastes my blood I don’t pull away. I lift her into the futon. “ We are one blood now, we make sense, same instincts lay her head on my chest and goes to sleep.  I hold her falling asleep, with my hand on her breast; just  a reflex