IT’S NOT A COVER-UP

Saw her talking to someone I knew. They stood near enough to me who was about to break into song.
‘She can’t hear me do this,’ I thought and stopped what I was doing.
She wore white standing looking at me sitting opposite on the low red brick wall adjacent to where I’d first sat playing my guitar. I was naked without remembering undressing or where my clothes might be.
‘I can’t get up,’ I said, ‘she musn’t see my penis.’
But I had to go so turned to my right away from her got up said to my friend next to me, ‘it’s not a cover-up,’ and walked off.