Three Course Meal with a Digestif

Shall I?
Shall I, then?
Beneath the flickering
green light
that marks the doorway
at the end of the narrow alley.
His breath too close
A brush of his lips
This kiss
opens me up
and I become pink
a flamingo
opening its wings.

It is unclear where I am.
The light forces its way
through the curtains
and paradise is interrupted.
Across the small gray room
A basket of ripe apples
sits atop the wooden table
with a bottle of wine
and the carcass of some
fowl creature.
Am I inside
the artist's frame as well?
Nude beneath the sheet
I have been devoured
Yet feel strangely
satiated.
Two roaches scurry
into some secret place.
Am I being watched?
I stretch my legs
my arms and back.
My hands travel
across my soft belly
I sigh, remembering.
The touch of his lips
the roughness of his chin
between my thighs.
What is the time?
Will he return?

Hands apply the salve
I can't see the face
of this would-be healer.
Voices; I cannot answer
questions I don't fathom.
Bees tending busily
Can't they leave
an old lady alone?
I am a prayer
Let me sleep.

There is, at last, a mélange
of apples, flamingos
and a green flickering light.

01/17/2010