Attraction
The whites of his eyes
pull me like moons.
He smiles. I believe
his face. Already
my body slips down in the chair:
I recline on my side,
offering peeled grapes.
I can taste his tongue
in my mouth
whenever he speaks.
I suspect he lies.
But my body oils itself loose.
When he gets up to fix a drink
my legs like derricks
hoist me off the seat.
I am thirsty, it seams.
Already I see the seduction
far off in the distance
like a large tree
dwarfed by a rise
in the road.
I put away objections
as quietly as quilts.
Already I explain to myself
how marriages are broken--
accidentally, like arms or legs.
— Enid Shomer
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