In the Alcove

What you asked
your eyes

What you wanted
your tears

What you didn't say
your diverted smile

What you left for us
your past lives

….Became a tethered
bed of rope.

Your hands strung
above your head

Your feet secured
an open offering

Your lips
left to wander

And only flesh
to remember

Wax
and then ice

Jute
and then linen

Muffled moanings
seduced for hours

and then
aftercare.

Her instrumental
gathering

Flung like stardust
on the sheets


and then sleep
and dreaming of sleep.