pt 1

she stands
in front of the window
golden light
frames her naked body
uncaring
if a car drives by
hits the pole out front
again
dust motes
float in the air
as if she stands
in a sea
of airborne glitter

it isn’t clear yet
if the sign outside
referring
to deadly curves
is for the road
or the view
in the early morning

pt 2

the house
smells like citrus
with an underlying scent of sex freshly cut oranges
and lime
teeth marks
along an inner thigh
probing tongues
hungry hands
lightly spinning fingertip
across clustered nerve endings the snap
of the fitted sheet
pulling off the mattress
in the dark

pt 3

the blinds
are half way open
the light finds
any crevice to infiltrate
the floor
looks like
a gold and black zebra skin
on the dark hard wood
cut into perfect rectangles
until the inexorable spinning
cause it to elongate
losing perfection
spreading out
still uniform
yet less
distinct