intimacy

the flickering light
or the steady
the reddish-brown stocking you
pull off your slender leg
the light’s still there
remorseless pitiless
in the moment
the candle burns
the man remains
watching in fascination
hypnotized
the silver fingers
stroking lines
of body
what happens
next?

what happens next?
the daylight fades
the man remains
still
intense
and ready
rough waves
and rush of blood
pure lemon
yet ginger spice
what’s there?
something
that will pass