Now a woman
with a maid’s apron and focused hair
arranges flowers in a hotel room.
The twin-beds side by side remain unmade
as this actress smiles.
Her legs covered in a stocking-like moss
are almost plump and her chest
fills her shirt from collar-bone to waist.
Turning towards the camera
she tries an airline look
head tipped to one side
and watery mouth agape.
Inexplicably this is all too thrilling
reminding me of matrons the world over
and the different employment available to them.
The suckling and severity.
All at once I think of this woman
asleep upon a pressed pillow,
as her captured self repeats without effort,
and I want to buy frames of her
because of rain on the window
and being lonely in the night.