Womb warm and dark
The room surrounds us
While winter batters
screens
Left up since summer to
Rust In Piece

I read your body
in Braille
Soft sunken
Above the hard bone
Of your collar
Over breasts with
granite molded
nipples
My calloused fingers trace
A sweeping line
Down around and over
The hint of belly mound
Searching for lint
I find kinky curls

My breath comes hard
Short gasps
The Marlboro Man's a lousy lover
Whose wind deserts him
And I am left dry mouthed

Hand in gland
Lying beside you
Beneath the chenille battleground
Where "Avon Calling"
Wars with sweat
You did
I did
We did
Together
While Eros' smile
Softens the dark

The photo is of William Butler Yeats' home.