Wet Tapestry The windows should have been shut but she was used to basements and attics so she lay on the floor of the ceiling beside the window lover sprawled under her nipple in his armpit and feet in his hair her arms were cut and tied to her waist she liked it that way running invisible fingers in circles down his back. Her curly hair tangled with his pubics her eyes counted birds on the curtains while he ran further and further away from home. He liked to have her like this the windows open rain outside later while they sit together, he'd pull down the wet tapestry and drown into a long fitful sleep his body cold and damp. Sated, he would then dream of warmer bodies in the rain. isa |