Thick

thick from early sunrise to late sunset

the long day is simply summer’s start

slipped in a white lawn night gown

I lie on the divan deep in delicious want

the cotton swirls around expanse of hip

rounded breasts peek out of pintucking

and lace that crowns each delicately

splattered freckle that has kissed sun

while I wriggle and writhe in absence

of a friendly hand that could release

the long days of neglect built over time

and a heart that is trapped in a cage

little hopes project his image in fantasy

for any inattention paid in shared time

he tinkers and smiths words to disguise

his true heart’s intent for fear of exposure

his energy gnaws at a connection rat-like

careless of the voltage it unleashes

I am gullible and do not see the scene for

I trust what has been told to me before

too deep in the intensity of my own need

I am thick to the pain surreptitiously revealed

I examine the read with the guidance of tags

tricked by his obvious slight of hand metaphor