TRIANGLE

My civil suit I have shed, and
this evening I would be clothed in you;
The long hallway’s throb envelops me,

I am enervate with anticipation darling: I spring
from behind the cherrywood jamb—but here is someone else-
he is red, engirthed, breath-flogged. And you,

to think that you could find such
succour under barbarian flames, you
who have sheltered in the lee of my flesh.