We could have been sisters

we met as travellers, both taking the low road
you, the same age as me
and as lost
in the smells and sounds of Burma
 
we shared a lunch
and bitched about the horny western men
in the backpackers hostel
who think women travelling alone
are game on

somehow, for them, we are part of the package
 
travels broadens the mind
not opens the legs
 
we could have been sisters
for that moment
 
even down to the familiar detail
of my envy
for your great
tits