Uncrease my crumpled heart.
What’s the process for that?
You are a shop-floor man
you work with action plans
now sweetheart have you one for me?
a night at the bar, hand stealing up the thighs
that I purse together:
oh don’t stop. please.
Known me how many years now?
a sip as the tincture of seduction
bobs down your Adam’ s apple
you look at the woman in a black gown
don’t I know this pattern?
I’ll play my game
my eyes wander to the man at the balcony
shirt like the caparison on a horse’s back –
Goa print, unbuttoned : breeze unruffles the hair.
I feel your fingers behind my ears
finding the nerves that want me to doff my robe
all in public view.
I give a damn.