the carpet was her friend
its woven pile stitched by a Java descendent
just for this sparkling occasion, or a thousand others
when she slithered across it
to find the crystal goblet,
or porcelain bowl
the night began with promise
a phone call from him, or the other him
saying he would be there after dinner
when it was night enough to enter
under cover of darkness
last time he had entered on the sofa,
though she didn’t remember anything
but rolling onto the floor, and waking the next morn
rug burns on her back, dry tracks of him on her thighs
and the carpet to the door
she had asked for more,
more of him, more of the wine, more of the night
that came and went like he, without so much
as a by your leave
doubtless there would be
other nights, when they would turn off the lights
and sink as one, in a silken simmering sea
together to find treasures
on the ancient floor…
more likely,
in her world of more,
he would walk away again
her left draped in sweat,
and the familiar scent
of disappointment
Feb 24, 2015
Feb 24, 2015 at 12:16 PM UTC
the carpet was her friend
its woven pile stitched by a Java descendent
just for this sparkling occasion, or a thousand others
when she slithered across it
to find the crystal goblet,
or porcelain bowl
the night began with promise
a phone call from him, or the other him
saying he would be there after dinner
when it was night enough to enter
under cover of darkness
last time he had entered on the sofa,
though she didn’t remember anything
but rolling onto the floor, and waking the next morn
rug burns on her back, dry tracks of him on her thighs
and the carpet to the door
she had asked for more,
more of him, more of the wine, more of the night
that came and went like he, without so much
as a by your leave
doubtless there would be
other nights, when they would turn off the lights
and sink as one, in a silken simmering sea
together to find treasures
on the ancient floor…
more likely,
in her world of more,
he would walk away again
her left draped in sweat,
and the familiar scent
of disappointment
inspired by the Francesca Redwine painting, "One Night at a Time" from the Lush series--don't know if this link to the painting will work, but it is worth a try--great painting--reminds me of Hopper--http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c84/spysgrandson/022415fr.jpg
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