Don’t let this scent take shape.
Don’t let these tight,
smooth walls take me further.

My wife in our home
making dinner.
Our life together is good.

But this
girl She
floors
without pressing She
reaches
without moving.
How we could
fall this night
without gravity.

Don’t let her know
how time can stop
how clothes can drop
how grown men
go down.

We could glide 
inside this box
along this shaft
we could
go
all the way
this moment
alone.
it’s
only
crowded lust.