THE UNDERSIDE OF TREES

And she whispered, "Do you love me?"
As I watched her dangle in the tree -
she hung upside-down like a trapeze artist -
legs wide, crooked,
'cuffed hands and wrist cuffs
covering her belly button -

She reached for me.

I lit a candle and pushed her
out into the open.
It was going to rain.
Her tan body in the darkness,
I could see the whites
of her eyes,
two waning moons.

10.4.2009 ~MLS~