Refugees of Reason

in a hurry

the ensuite door opens inward and
she bolts out past the bed

a pony tail bobbing behind

her shoulders
breasts
and voluptuous belly
glistening with wetness

shyness discarded with youth
ten thousand mornings ago
when a bedroom was a wild
tempestuous place
and work an inconvenience

a drawer slides open for panties
another for a bra

without benefit of magic
these are instantly in place
and quickly too her day's clothing
selected the evening before

the artistry continues in front of the mirror
earrings, necklace, makeup and hairspray

her voice
like fresh honey
melting upon hot toast
"can you make coffee"

and with that I'm drawn from the audience
towards the hurried stage

~gtk