Maul

 
i.

They didn't
quite know
what to do

so they place
upright hands
upon a red
oak table


ii.

tension rises
reading lines
branded into
soft flesh

as they lean
their head
against my
forehead


iii.

I never thought
tables would
become my
nemesis



iv.

until my
carnal legs
craved to
climb

across
that god
forsaken
table.