Your arms spinned
like pods supporting
your minty shoulders
from the molting
carpet. Hips like
full udders pressed
and pulled your
Belly taut and
Your breasts splayed
under a white
cotton frock.

I saw your eyes
wander upon the
hair
on my thigh until
I stood, collecting
the grey crumpled
papers, and left
to boil water for
tea. Upon your
chaffed joints,
you supported