She tried to see beyond
beyond the latticeworks
of the rented room
the tiny narc of light
their acrobatics sparked.
Not dark enough, she thought.
what skipped across her canvas
of duvet and curtain lace
in the afternoon's disturbances
and impertinences
of moaned purpose
His final sputter
(most articulate phrasing
in his white noise
when no assurances could be taken
undated, restless,
despite her confident purr
from the steadiness of her own desire
she studied the room,
her dress a grinning doily on the floor
for a secondary purpose
her
Heisenberg urging
not note
the clock's advance,
heave of his chest,
diffusing the light
as the pleasure recedes
visible in the shaking
of the seer's lens
27 June 2011