Reclining from the desk
I begin to imagine
the heat spent
among the lovers
of a million candles
legs become divided
propped up
skirt begins to climb
above white shapes
heels get tossed
to the floor
Bare feet now resting
against the flames
cool burn
hot
tickling at first
then magically
invading my wet
with light tricks
and digits
Counting, yes counting
How many circles
does it take
to flood Hades
upon the 10th floor
Multiply that
times 10 sins
and I’ll be one hundred
times closer
to heaven
calculating
estimating
rounding off
then finally
gladly
taking a loss
of inhibition
processing
the data
moving through
my body’s
wet projections
chart climbing
summations
accruing
sensations
doubling the rate
in a ticker tape parade
closing
breathlessly
into a wealth
of priceless
crashing
Handing him
a most presentable figure
With a smile
