in the doorway backlit
the long candlestick of your body
sheathed in metal, black, reflections:
the pulse of your smile
radiates, reflects my pleasure like moonlight.
you in that dress, your arms
lithe and bare at your sides,
i would like to leave handprints
on wrists, thighs, leave bruises
like love letters down your chest
from the heat and the pressure of my desire.