Propinquity

I was exposed
pulled through the keyhole
and served up to her imagination
dusted with a shaking fervor
that sprung my boyhood politeness

her smile was beyond my capacity
the way it stood to reason
bending my senses into perplexity
it would have be easier to unravel a mare's tail

it was senseless to disregard the obvious
the change in the color of love
like late afternoon clouds
turned ferocious by the sun