when they made love the first timeshe was afraid
her clothes lay on the floor beside the bed
yet she was far from naked
so deep in fear were her eyes cloaked
that no kiss could make it through
sometimes she would abandon herself to his passion
her legs would open like some gone-mad flower
and his face would burrow deep between her legs
together they would beam through the darkness
locking into one another like a snake eating its tail
the victim being the killer
on stage she would sometimes transcend theatre
going beyond the play at hand
she would give the audience gifts
small moments of eternity
which if they paid careful attention
could be saved and used again
when together with him
she was sometimes afraid of his driving
not understanding his need for the miles to come quicker
and he, never sure of her lovemaking
her silence
sometimes passion sometimes pain
Copyright©michael dennis/Pulp Press Book Publishers 1988