From beneath
misleading
conservative
clothing
the full-bodied lace
suit I chose
for this summit
tugs at the edges
of either side
of my pubic bone
it burns
along my
skin
competing with
the length
of my back
arching
as I
do.
I approach
the end of
an alluring
hallway
each of
my heels
dig into
the flashiness
of four starred
carpet
I feel
I am
sultry.
And I
can hear
the din
of early afternoon
traffic
from outside
of some
window
I cannot
spot.
Pellets of moisture
collect above
my lip.
It is unseasonably
humid
within these
quarters
and my
face begins
to glow
a dewey
rouge.
Reaching
our door
our distraction
I abandon
any attempt
to manicure myself
before
knocking.
Not even pausing
to inhale
to think
to feel
these transitory
moments
before my eyes connect
with
yours
and
our lips
the same.
The door
opens
I forget
to smile
and
you whisper
“I’ve never done this
before.”
and I laugh
because we both
know I’ve
never done this
before.
The sun
shifts
we erupt
from
bed
agreeing to
neglect a
shower
in efforts
to hang
onto
these moments
and
one another.
