Morning brings no
reprieve
As your slender fingers
part the files of strangers
catalog the fruits of excess
in a dimly lit room
you remember how I parted you
just last night
Strangers enter your office
You smile, exchange pleasantries
all the while your thoughts never
break
from the way I entered you
just last night
Beneath your desk
your hand remembers
with your fingers against your clit
you trace a recently traveled road
one that I forged
with tongue
and breath
and words
of fire





