Down the hall a baby cried
& the honking noises
out in the street
immediately
brought me
back to my senses.

Stagnant putrid air
hung in the air
like a wet towel
& static neon flickered
as you lay deep in the pillow,
a beautiful contorted face
dripping spittle
& sawing logs.

My disguise had worked
perfectly,
I had gotten the drop on you,
getting so much more
than I had bargained for
& I knew
I'd never turn you in.
No way,
not after the sin
we had produced,
I wanted more.