she stretched

forever the length of my vinyl couch her words they

flowed as water flows from dark soil, and

underneath her blue silk blouse of evening flowers she invited

seduction, and what the lights did to her lips how the shadows

blessed her body, slowly, I forgot to be decent again

                

          slowly, I unlearned decency.

 

an incandescent bulb

flickered non-rhythmical breaths of

exhaled broken light - my fingers twitched beneath the desk

begging to creep along skin with blackened

finger-nails digging to break her.

 

she was dark was singularity: moral relativism's womb,

opportunity uncertain of its own bloom,  

she was a beggar open mouthed, was stillness.

 

she chewed clock - while her saliva dripped the hours

softened tips felt along the couch's edge her slender fingers curled and uncurled

half-expecting something different, so had I, but when  

uncertainty turned to bordem to anger

we sat as recently divorced: she

had come there expecting anything,

and it was difficult not to give her everything.

 

 

I tilted the chair

sat uncomfortably and

distanced myself from myself