Amplified sounds
from a short-circuiting buzzer
echo through a quiet hallway; a salvo
of bursts ringing out
into the lonely darkness.
She’s on time –
the primal craving of love and want
racing headlong towards his door.
Wine and Song –
And now she speaks of the Freemasons
as if on the board of directors,
a silent partner
to the conspiracy of humanity.
He pours while she cuts three lines
on EE Cummings –,
Poetry weekly; a high gloss finish.
Laughing, snorting, surging –
large drunken thighs
in stripy tights and boots,
Notes exchanged for an hour of love!