night lace

It is so.
This desire spread out
like lace on the night stand
playing out this passion
over arched over twisted over
exposed you click the notch three too many spaces
in the name of honesty.

Pianist fingers stretch the span of the keys
playing ribs like a board
strained knuckles buckle under your grasp.

Rodin twitches.
Camille prepares the plaster.

Tonight
you will accidentally brush against her,
her nipples will perk
and she will pause,
surprised at this reaction.

She does not notice
I have taken her body
to be close to you.

Curious, you bring cool mineral waters
from the north.

We clip hedges edge the trim and
plastic spins
in preparation
of our sweet reunion.