Avia
I went down the stairs before
The light went out
My urge more than a mark
The territorial pet sprays
The stoic silence of trees
I washed my hands
And clean of fear
Turned to the stair again
I rose each flight
To take the space
Reserved in my class
For those on the edge
Of belonging
And care
The darkness bosomed me
I yielded
To the succulence
Of your mouth
Waiting in the silence
To initiate
Surprise
Face to face with your planned desire
I learned a lot day
At school
For your perfect smile
Had false
Dentures glistening
White
On the darkness of my eyes
A first kiss
Is a stairway to understanding
How we
Having climbed no higher
Than that moment
Remained devoted
Until you expired.
Your husband cried not I
I stare at the muted darkness still.
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