drawers full of black stockings and silky panties.
Blond fluff soaked with raindrops and whispers.
Goddess- shaped alabaster body
lying on the kitchen floor.
Blue eyes hidden in a fog,
shiny, carmine lips half open,
sipping wine from a man’s hand.
Bony wrist decorated with a golden watch
that stopped at twelve o’clock.
Bedroom air perfumed with roses.
A dried daisy on the nightstand.
Call her Elizabeth and count to fifty.
Listen to her steps fading in the hallway.