She put on her outside skin
and when the door closed behind her
she took it off
gratefully and with a
long sigh
it was only with you
she showed her true self
in its imperfect and
wanting state of longing
it was only you
she let turn the key
release those parts of her
she kept confined
standing as red as
a roadside poppy
her legs crumbling for want
her hands needing to reach out
she needed you to
claim that offered fruit
realizing the chance she took
how it was not
a natural or easy decision
but one that came slowly and
years in the making
for even girls with redolent hearts
can hold themselves
corseted against passion
waiting out the corruption
for that one person
capable of reaching their center
you
were given that chance
she felt the licking carpet fibers
the sweat on her lower back
how her once empty belly, was now
full
her breasts, heavy with the need
to be drunk from
until she was light again and
emptied of her desire
burning her up
as she swayed in your hesitation
for you did not know
the gift of her she gave
or why
ordinary responses were anathema
in that moment paused
between heaven and
earth