Memoir

I hadn't expected your arrival at my door,
the rain still fresh in my hair
and a puddle left soaking into the hem of my skirt

but there you stood
dark and quiet
as the child of this day
expecting the urgent universe
to unfold.

Your mouth found me ready
to loosen the tight binding
wrapped red and circling
the forbidden places
and forgotten corridors
of this house.

I did not turn you away
but instead traced the shadows
on your arm and did what any woman would
when offered the silence of pleasure.