The Astonished Bedroom

She is necklaces.

 

He is a fine spray of axe.

 

At what point does infidelity begin?

 

During her instrument of hair throws

       his flannel seduction

       or the meniscus on a too full glass of wine?

 

Profusion lets them

        fall off the surface.

 

Suppose

        this moment of flurry.

Four pillows. Panic of arms.

 

They practice in the white room of night

                                 alcove and myth.

 

In hours their fingers apprehend

                                 the way to say thrive.

       Wet and breakable.

 

The same way return is spoken.

Published online September 01 2009.


The Open Issue cover image

This piece was published in ‘The Open Issue,’ the Fall 2009 issue of CV2.

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