The Key

If you lived in the next door apartment
I would take my chair downstairs
and sit opposite, open the book,
pour a cup from the flask
and wait, reading

and when your laser pen
beamed through the peaking curtains
shining a heart shaped light
on the pages - I'd smile,
finish the chapter, close the book,
pack up the flask, cup, chair
and go home

to a woman
naked on the sheets
drinking chilled champagne
my glass between her legs
my smile between her teeth