The Night Room

from 'Vintage Catalogue'

the night room wore no fur

or heels, bare to the dark and

the naked climb. shadows

wrapped of false eyelashes, lips

reddened for the kill. lustergloss

and barefoot. lust spread its floor-ferocious

tongue, chill to tiptoe, watching corners peel

back palms. hisslipped escape. tongued. hostage

roped and refracted in glass that broke

your ceiling, abandoning you to sleep

and manuscripts, the design of soft ice

de koonig marble. stirrings to the sandbar.

gloved roots. spilt. seams schooling hips to

bitter backyards of domesticity, in riverun poems.

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First published in CROSSIN(G)ENRES 2017 All Rights Reserved.