True Love

Sweaty sheets entangle her
Pantiless figure without protecting
From the immodest pierce of
Eyes angled from the bathroom
Mirror

Matted hair entangles her thoughts
Within a bronzed-better version
Of self without shameful squirm,
From his touch, away and detached,
Numb

Bedside table Bible entangles moral
Character denying room 215
With a dim light bulb and
Cigarette burns on the quilt
Where, on top of her, he grunts
March 14, 2000