Jami Macarty - 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.





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