the beauty of darkness
is the absence
of shame
and the possibility
of
everything else.
“No, don’t turn on the light. Stand there.”
You are silhouette in my door.
I am a voice in the room.
“Strip.”
You do. Of course you do.
“Turn around.”
I watch you make a slow, almost timid, turn in place. There is just enough light for me to take in your naked curves.
“Good girl.”
“Now come in.”
“And close the door.”