
First Seduction
The bedroom was twin share for the night,
white laced, candles in candelabras,
something out of Madame Bovary.
The covers were tight, close to our necks
the aroma of bodies, invisible.
In passing you said, 'withdrawal'
and I thought of money from the bank.
We began that rib fingering thing
that comes with love, you caging
the soft weight...