She sits on her bed with her heart on her lap
Weaving a belt about her soft fingers,
Wrapping it around her palm, winding,
Unwinding and rewinding.
Prowling her mind.
She sits on her bed and readies to strike
With the patience and speed of a tigress.
She moves with a heartbeat as leather flies
And stops for a moment to divide the sky
With a sickle's arc.
She sits on her bed as that long second drops,
A ribbon of leather kissing her flesh.
Blue lipstick mark that won't be washed off
Rises with a smile on to her leg,
Cursing the air.
She sits on her bed and looks down at her thigh,
Leather lover heaving in her gentle hand.
Skin stands to attention in this embrace,
Jostling and vying for the bite
Of a lifeless snake.
She sits on her bed and watches her heart
Quiver into the cautious beginning of life
And stills the nervous, oscillating belt.
Nodding in benediction, loose thoughts
Fall from her hair.