Expressions

She looked through the corners of her eyes

The hemline of her frock went up and down

As the mock-intensity of his gaze unsettled her

He now smelled of musty caves hiding heaps of bats

Then he had smelled of freshly bedewed grass

Enough were the chemical exchanges between them

A thousand doubts wracked his brains and hers too

Their summer-hot bodies intertwined meaninglessly

His hairy arms covered the down of her belly

Her glassy eyes pretended to half-close in rapture

The soft silky sheets of yesterday were there all over

The florals on the calico faded to a kitschy mixture

Then his throaty voice floated on rooftops and palmfronds

Like golden-winged butterflies drunk with viscous nectar

The ceiling fan whirred listlessly from the wooden ceiling

The lizard stuck its tongue out to catch the unwary moth

It is all over. She muttered softly under her breath.

I see an aura of death and the holes of his eyes were full of it.

I can even smell death in the folds of his clothes.