Gift exchange

Beauty
oh faded red joy
Her legs were pointed
to the sky
toward heaven

Smooth
and tapered
running your hand up your thigh
speaking to me
as if it were nothing

It was nothing
but it was your gift to me

I sat across
bent somewhere above
the midpoint
sunken
sullen
not quite comfortable
trying to be unfazed
by the elegant display

I wanted to tell you
but I never will

that is my gift to you