An Executive Meeting
by Lisa Maloney
Control, seduction -
she letters them out individually
twined, hopeless, in their scales.
When the serpent shivers so does she,
writhing like Medusa, hair in passionate curls
that ring her face and coil tightly round them both.
They're joined, now -- a one-way street full of mistakes
and success: Wild, passionate discovery!
until the statement of ecstasy screams to a halt in her throat.
They're watching her. Have been all along.
Can they see where she's been?
She stammers an excuse, brushing lint off her suit.
All ten toes fit, naked, into her shoes --
tucked modestly away from the object
of her desire. He has a polite smile, nearly bored;
waiting on a presentation, no doubt, of an entirely
different sort than what she'd had in mind.