Oslo Room

Limp flesh arm
and black hair
extend towards the floor
Perhaps the wrist bleeds
into the palm
or is it the
red of paint
brushed in
She lies two degrees
down from an exact
horizontal
her white blouse upen
sweet breast exposed
The mattress cover
billows
from the fold
A weighted black stocking
concaves turquoise blue
silk blanket
The heavy cloth of skirt
bent under knees
pyramid thrust
The Siena bed
slides deep
Although drunk or dead
mouth nose eyes
might be kissed

--John Heijduk