Monday, May 11, 2009

Malady #2

One evening you do it,
as arranged, 
you sleep with your face between her parted legs,
up against her sex,
already in the moistness of her body,
where she opens.
She offers no resistance.

She opens her eyes and says:
what joy.
You put your hand over her mouth
to silence her.
Tell her one doesn't say such things.
She shuts her eyes.
Says she won't say it again.
She asks if they talk about it.
You say no.
She asks what they do talk about.
You say they talk about everything else.
Everything except that.
She laughs and goes back to sleep.