What will you do now
your hands in the dark thick of my hair
tracing the spine of a curl.
Your sleeve brushing my face.
If I were your lover I would begin
to undress you, unbutton your blouse
the warmth of you suddenly there.
And you surprised at how easily we give in,
search my eyes for something
more than your face
something more than you
fingering a coil near my ear.