Two Figures from a Hopper Painting

We knew that we shouldn't…

...And yet we did.

there was blood on your lips

and then blood on the sheets

that we hid from room-service

but they noticed the jungle smell in our suite

I watched your bare feet on the carpet

as you looked out the window

at the traffic bruising the night

Later we left in separate cabs,

yours down lettered streets

and mine up the numbered.

I called your house

but you hung up

and I talked to the ether.

You wished that we hadn't…

I'm glad we did.