Reflections A Day In The Life morning saw her showering dressing making the bed cleaning up the last fragments of memory that had swept her just last night into his arms those brutal dark trunks holding her like a prisoner covering her moans of exultation now in the early morning light without makeup dripping from the inundation she sees herself naked just as unclad as she had been in his arms against his dark skin her lips splattered like some fragile egg searching for the tongue of pleasure not only for her mouth but for her soul between her thighs and his that is between his thighs the thighs of a stranger there was an obscure obelisk that had a soul of its own and she knew the joys of spirits gathering in the gloom of penumbra where not one but many had made their mark then climaxed their way to slumber the throngs all the obsolete ghosts of ruthless men but in the mirror that morning in the mirror she saw truth the sallow eyes the small hint of wrinkles curving her mouth like a wicked twitch the frown of anxiety from the superfluous work she scorned to make a decent living the work so fly-by-night that left her fifty bucks a grudging grunt goodbye so early in the hours of hot hot june where she spends each day in her life trying to forget the brutality seething around her
carlyle miller Copyright © 1999
