Your Fingers With Trimmed Nails Flicked The Switch
And The Darkness Blinds Your Eyes For The Moment
Sees You Both To Silence And She Begins To See
Your Naked Shape In The Hall Light That Breaks
From The Cracks Of The Door But Your Eyes Still Can't
See Her Hiding Bare Under The Sheets Cautious In A
Silence Long Enough To Worry You That She Had A
Moment Of Sober-ness Or Prude-ness But By This Stage
It's All Too Late And In Your Own Head As Her Voice
Guides You Across Overthrown Pants, A Dismantled Bra,
Around A Desk Chair And A Fallen Make- Up Bag To
The Edge Of The Bed Which You Lift From The Bottom
Corner Crawling To Her Side, Lying Covered There Your
Eyes Begin To Adjust And You Sense All As If You Couldn't See
CK
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