a.m., noon, p.m.

a.m., noon, p.m.

I heard the soft sound of the breeze in her garden. The curtains were closed, I pulled them open,
the sun slanted in.

I heard the soft sound of her feet in the hallway, the door was closed, she pushed it open,
the sun slanted in.

I heard her soft sigh as she lay on the bed,
with two slim fingers she held
her pussy lips open,
the sun slanted in.

*

She painted her pretty mouth, cool scarlet grease against the pale powder on her face.
She held my ankle with the slim gold chain around it.
My come spurted onto her soft stomach.
It was perfect.

*

A spark split the black satin night, the small flame wavered, she
whispered:
"Another joint?"