she whispers a name during sex
not yours
but you don't mind.
she likes to wear oversize
shirts, no panties
because it feels casual like
good sex.    because it drives
you crazy.   because she can.

with each step, her legs displace
the floor   making your bones
creak.   the dead husband stalking
remnants of love      only
proving there will    always be
another.

you sigh in   long
pauses as if the majesty of breath
could some   how protect your
falling heart.

she will only stay long enough
to return you to    life.