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
’round her nakedness
Back to the bedroom
Seven steps
Then
Lena sits silently on the bed
Her hand
Touches my thigh
Caresses flesh
Her hand
Wants more
Her hand
Wants no more
Than more
Her hand
Wants me awake
Wants me aroused.
My body stirs
A Deadman rises to life
My arms draw her in
Part the robe
Lena
A moan
Me
A groan
Then
Two bodies lost
Lost in sin
As Dawn crawls toward noon
All this
And more
More
And all
As Dawn crawls towards noon