still electricity II

still electricity II

the still electricity
  of you,
wrapping around
  the room,
unpainted and white,
  soft;
as summer's sneaking-
  up
round the corner of
  your eye;
her shadowed blinds
  half open,
that pawed sunlight, strobed
  by blades
barely turning in naked air.
 
  quiet electricity,
spun by summer's slow
  retreat,
a steady rumba beat,
  you;
stretched cross the floor
    bare,
brown-clothed hard, and unhurried,
  fastened
button by button down the
  stairs,
bending on a banister-
  rail,
holding hands with fingers
  crossed.

her legs quiver as summer
  bows
to warm green eventide,
  curling
into the room's dark corners,
  licked;
the worn- wooden planks,
  where
a thousand stocking feet
  tiptoed
past the fleeing sun's pale
  sentry,
circled once, and bough- felled
  fast
asleep.