sandy strips

The façade slips off the building,
a satin négligée puddling on the floor. Opulence uncovered,
rich, dreamy areolae, browning pink seducing the eyes;
a lavishly appointed cross-section dances for the other half’s pleasure. Rain soaks the naked breasts
and floods the underpinning,
bulging with sudden fullness. Flashing lights, sirens
bring the heat, rhythm, danger
and all is swaying in unison
and touching itself
clandestinely,
titillated,
rapt,
until
a pair of eyes
catches the imperfection,
the stain on the dropped lingerie,
a tiny blood stain,
an unanticipated period stain,
the disgusting remnant of an unfulfilled potential,
a hand through the bricks,
a pimple in the pornography;
the carnality ripens,
the lust rots.