lit up

©Noah Kalina

shades drawn tightly, and he asks me to close the door 

nodding in his direction, compliantly i listen
and watch the remainder of light dance round

i hear her in the distance, moaning quietly to herself
faintly, just far enough for the imagination to wonder
will she?

speaking as he did, with the words that seem spoken backwards
his poetic nonsense making sense with the gentle caress
of that lingering finger
wandering the folds of flesh and finding new ways
to dissimulate the reality of all too real