i am stuck in
too much time
of a rainy saturday
with a view and no you
i have the quietness
of wet leaves
and the evil pleasure
of seeing the memory
of you on the otc bed
in the living room
you lifted your shirt
and rubbed your belly
pretending it was nothing like
like a picture windown between
me and the mountains
i talked about how cold your toes were
and you tormented me with sexuality
even if you weren't
you were
you put me in the handcuffs of an image
that had the potential a seduction video
when the lights are flickering
on a rainy day when the leaves are quiet
in a place where a sofa could be a magic
carpet ride