That Ends Well

She lies naked on the bed

Listening

Music playing none else hear

But her

.

Her back rising, falling

To her ambrosian breath

Her habitus is her poem

Of graceful song

.

Butt in the air, oscillating

To the euphony in her head

Is presence, not posing

Unabashedly herself, only

.

One arm overhead

Another flanking her body

Its casual hand on the small of her back

Fingers tapping in metronome

.

She floats

In slow motion

The rise and fall of her hips

Wrapping behind

.

Elysian Fields of skin so smooth

Fine, vellus hairs glisten in the heat

Of the moment

Syncopating to her then-and-now

.

Pristine curves

Of oh-such-lovely landscape

Set just right

By the unapologetic braggadocio of God almighty