in a heartbeat –

her eyes like almond slivers curtail

my intention – She

winces bites her lips intones

a subtle

shift of vocal impurity an idea

of passion

here out on the table for examination – She

bends back arches her spine

for the inclement

weather her hips Swaying she

is a cultured

wind here blowing through

my Arms

to uphold her dignity and instinct I

kiss her

with a bruised restraint Now wanting

pressure

from her thighs; We

bask in this moment when no one is Wise

and everything falls

into place

our humbling before

her

a subtle Purchase --