The Lady in the Hall Pads Up and Down

			
The lady in the hall pads up and down
She, respectful of her man, dares not make a sound
Bare feet, hair down, raw legs, shame uncrowned
She passes through the hallway light (the frame of light, the doorway: the doorway, the frame of delight)
And he wrestles with himself
Love, love, he had choked (in the throes of delight)
And she, in pagan time, confused Dionysius for Apollo
There – will make a – more –
This – waves of white
Seen and in the light of that summer – was it fall or winter or spring? –
In the cast the that moonlight
The faucet starts with a rush
And shakes him from his spell
The weight of high heaven falls with all the force of hell
The shadows start; the bathroom door: half-closed
The sheets remember her scent (there is a line, somewhere, that captures this)
The breeze is hot, a paradox, and wicks away the sweat
Every muscle lends itself to his almighty work
A – means nothing
It is natural
Right
Even just
Fault, there is none
And yet, -, his fevered brain
Recoils at the thought