East Village Dawn
Dawn
Crawling towards noon
Lena’s bare feet pad across barer floors
To an open window
Overlooking the alley willow
Turns
Then to the closet
Grabs
A silk robe
To wrap
Around her nakedness
Back to the bedroom
Seven steps
Then
Sitting silently on the bed
Her hand
Touches my thigh
Caressing flesh
Her hand
Wanting more
Her hand
Wanting no more
Than more
Her hand
Wanting me awake
Wanting me aroused.
My body stirs
A Deadman coming to life
My arms draw her in
Part the robe
Her
A moan
Me
A groan
Two bodies lost
Lost in sin
All this
As Dawn crawls toward noon
All this
And more
More
And all
As Dawn towards noon