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I went down the stairs before The light went out My urge more than a mark The territorial pet sprays The stoic silence of trees I washed my hands And clean of fear Turned to the stair again I rose each flight To take the space Reserved in my class For those on the edge Of belonging And care The darkness bosomed me I yielded To the succulence Of your mouth Waiting in the silence To initiate Surprise Face to face with your planned desire I learned a lot day At school For your perfect smile Had false Dentures glistening White On the darkness of my eyes A first kiss Is a stairway to understanding How we Having climbed no higher Than that moment Remained devoted Until you expired. Your husband cried not I I stare at the muted darkness still.