Him

I sat on the sofa looking at nothing

In particular

Looking for the right words to describe

The reason

I was in your house

The reason you were seated across from me, staring

The only words

That arrived though, were

“I’m so fucking bored.”

You seized on that and stood

Abruptly.

“Let’s go.”

We were in your basement room

With the black satin headboard

Tufted crystal buttons

Mirror

Placed on the floor

Where we would watch ourselves in action

My breath caught in my chest

As you undressed me

Your stiff readiness

Engorging

Heat in every pore

This is what fire looks like.