I.
You dance
Joyful
Before her,
The waves
Are your
Drum,
The ocean
Born
Wind
In your
Hair.
Out
In the open,
Basement
Forgotten
The sheer
Joy of motion
Unfettered,
You open
Your wings,
A spread
Peacock's tail
In the red
Firelight.
She moves
Supple beneath
You,
Sand shifting
And rough-
This is
Wrong:
The dead
And the
Living,
Never
Should
Mingle.
Mouth to
Mouth,
You
Devour
Her-
The dance
Denied you
In life:
The sweet
Bitter
Pleasure
Of being
In love.
II.
Unasked for
It happened,
A falling
Together
Skin upon
Skin,
A bodily
Enmeshing,
A revealing,
Unveiling,
A coming
Together-
Not
Like those
Other times-
Mechanical,
Shameful,
(And worse…)
"…now Tate,
Do whatever
This nice man
Tells you-
The rent's
Overdue…"
"…yes… mama…"
You were
Built for
Pleasure,
You now
Understand,
Giving,
Receiving,
All lies
Swept
Under
The rug,
You kiss
Her
And hold
Her,
Inhaling
Her scent,
Temporarily
At rest.
III.
Unseen
You
Stand
In the
Darkness
Of your
Old room
Hearing
Her
Soft
Breathing,
Unable
To
Touch.
She cast
You out,
Hurt
Rage
Burning
Like acid-
A doll's
House
In splinters,
Broken
Crayons,
Coloring
Books
Torn
In half.
Had you
Known
Then
What you
Know
Now,
You
Would
Have
Stayed
Down
In the
Basement,
Letting
The
House
Do it's
Worst
Unassisted.
Dying
A second
Time,
You
Reach
Out
In silence,
She rolls
Over,
Sighing-
Dog-like
You curl
Up
On the
Floor
Beside
Her
Bed,
Unwelcome
And
Lost.