Unreal
One of Us...
She begins to undress, as if a greeting
“Stop,” I tell her, “you are already naked to me”
But clothes fall like petals
She steps closer
“Stop,” I tell her, “you have nothing left to give”
But skin touches skin
I wrap her hair around my hands as she kneels
“Do not stop,” she tells me
But I do
“Confess, confess,” I whisper
“I will not punish you for free”
A Stranger Will Know My Name
She wakes to the sound of a train approaching
A stranger will know my name, she thinks
And slowly begins
The sound of the train now vibrating in the walls of her room, her skin
A stranger knows my name, she imagines
Losing herself recklessly, loudly
The sound of the train fades into silence, leaving her body
A stranger knew my name, she remembers
Returning to sleep, once again, more deeply
Much more deeply