Sex Dream with People Watching

Here is the net. Here is the knife you’ll use to cut yourself from it. Here is the temptation

to stay. Here: a shell the color of your modesty: a fan to cool your virginity: a mirror

to obscure the hesitation of what goes where. Here, shadows have lips, hands have gloves,

a single thread carries the curve of your back. Walls blink with eyes that look like yours.

Someone touches your thigh, measuring resistance in dimple and don’t. Someone catches your breath.

Someone carries a mask across the room. Here is your safe word: it doesn’t matter anymore.