Naked By Degrees

Three beds later I still hadn't decided which one to keep. The architect was anxious. The damsel was distressed. Raw steel fairy tales scratched the stage. Leaving jagged footprints for the actors to follow. I turned on my side to look at him with boulders in my breath. Heaving out every little word. My eyes a wrecking ball. There is never room between sex for love. Only before or after.

Those are the rules.

It's not a decision. It's a consequence.

It's the doorbell on Saturday morning. Jehovah's Witnesses. It's Halloween. Giving away candy to people in masks. Just like I do everyday.

It's the things that make it easy to fall asleep when it should be difficult. The so many ways there are to undress without ever revealing anything.