Adulteress's Missing Thread

missing threads ---------------- She looks outside. The pale moonlight has fallen across the tributary, illusory moonshine, like an intimate emission, now that the urgency is gone, meaningless. She looks inside. The sprawled bed sheet of flesh shines in luminous darkness which she thinks she is. Remember the worth and compare with leaving behind the cords, one son and a lethargic clergy who divides his self between interpreting the God and being her husband. She remembers the cats, the weekend cooking classes and small garden of oriental roses. The pale moon is always hiding behind the clouds when you need it. The clarity is a burnt out butt of the cigarette learning to jump overboard. She waves away the smoke. She looks, once more, inside and outside. =© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar