One Night

She was in the car
with him.
Her hair was roped
with a peaked gum band
that arrested the
flaxen strands
of her hair stably,
stabler than the
cinch of his hand
around her wrist.
She looked at him
trying to translate
his fiery glance,
she couldn’t.
In all these years
she thought she knew him
but his actions
were alien that day,
his gaze ripened into
an evil ogle.
He was in the car
with her.
His grip was firm
and corrupt
like never before,
his inner archfiend
awoke and ogled at her,
her constant stare
was powerful.
He was an
empty-bellied wolf
and she was
the unsoiled lamb.
He inched to her
slowly
..she shut her eyes
her body quacked.
He couldn’t do it,
he loved her,
din’t he?
He questioned himself
and the answer
was clear
YES.

That night
was difficult.

The sun shone bright

to discover 

their bodies

ripped apart.