COMESOFORT

her first undressing wouldn't take     she pretended a second nudity

masqueraded the discomfort of knowing what would not come next

her laughter had been real to a point

but the riddled impetus of doom    even when facing a carefully chosen 

europe

provided no rhythm to which her nakedness could swing

                                          repetitions

entangled her in hope      he spoke of beginnings

it is easy

for those whose beginnings take place in the pre-experienced

her eyes     would not pay for the next round