Strings

She came to me
finger to lips shhhhh
without words she came to me
hip flex tension, release, tension
chin pressed to my shoulder
eyes on the invading slice of daylight
that spied through closed drapes.

She came to me
making first introductions to pinstripes
leather belt pressed, stiff cotton untucked she came to me
senseless
      breathless
fingers desperate for some answer
some christening, awakening
some answer?

Then she vaporized between twist and moan,
nails and clench,
disappeared into a blind bedsheet arch
as I parted her wider,
open and exposed.

She came in search of one thing.
A secret behind the suit?
The moment that makes me different
than all others?
She came to me in nameless silence
as if words only confuse meaning,
identity cloud truth

but she did not find me, I found her:
woman who seeks with eyes closed
woman who disappears on the edge of losing herself
woman who weaves for the unravel alone.