Windows open, blue curtains billow out skyward. Knees rise, sheetslopes form. Locks rest as if satin wallspread. He sips coffee through steam, smiles at her languor. This is a dream.
Windows close slowly, lashes curl on cheeks, then flip upward.
I don't know what you mean. I don't know. Some days I like this one. Beneath the bantering surface greenslick brownfurry logs become hungry alligators, wait for incautious prey. Beneath the easy smile, light laughter, ready joke, one impervious motive makes ready to rend flesh beneath flimsy bronze skin.