Denial

photo: Lib Hedgepath

Denial  

click clock staccato of rain drops
against her window pane
that frames a charred horizon

stained with lofty clouds.

the door creeps open with a creak,
pouring in a draft that trips the light
into a shadowed promenade against the walls,
as the moon of her lust and doffed desire
waxes through the threshold.

his bare feet shuffle to the hearth
and stop at the edge of heat,
he sits next to her and tells her
"Please tame this fire."