Luminous (by Jennifer Pickup)

Let the silk slide soft to the floor:
red dress for disguised innocence,
made up, painted on to make believe
she has the lock to take his key.

The time has come, begin.
The time has come, begin.

The greed slides, lascivious,
snake shape on the carpet; burn, burn
the candles flutter, abundant
and the bed beckons, as she yearns

to be turned over on sheets snow
white, a storm of evanescence
in the dim light of his delight;
rise and fall of practised motions.

She thinks about the ice creams that they ate,
sitting ducks in the rain, on the park bench
side by side; he held her hand, called her name
and it all seemed so 'Pride and Prejudice'.

Aftermath, sweat glistens on skin
as she considers the first sin;
bleed, bleed, spill guilt like wine divine;
eyes candle-warm, and luminous.

And the time wears thin.
And the time wears thin.

Word count: 153