Wanton

The door is unhinged
your kimono undone
its sash over the fan

Curtains billow, swell, and fade

An orchid on the windowsill
The evening waits for rain

Musk
Your fingers
Musk
Along your thigh
Musk
You are blushing now

You stagger from the door
the wine
to the terrazzo

Skin outlined in silk

Your nakedness revealed by a fingernail

Blackberry

You watch the dogwoods shudder
from the approaching storm

I like you like this;
uncertain
The bath is being poured for you

Musk
Your hair
Musk
Blackberry
Musk
My thoughts

I will take you soon