No matter which way he turns her
or folds her limbs, she is supple as a cat,
elastic and elegant with a faint smile
imprinted on her lips. Serene, effortless,
compliant: no hint of claws or teeth,
no trickle of seduction, none
of the messiness of real encounters,
almost as though it doesn’t matter
one way or the other, as though
it could be him or whoever or no-one.
Her lack of resistance folds him
down into a box. He tucks himself
away, a mannikin, unable to explain.
Sue Millard lives in Cumbria. Her website, http://www.jackdawebooks.co.uk/ showcases her published output of novels and non-fiction which tend to feature horses, carriage-driving, romance, rural life, history and artistic but inept dragons. Her poems have been published by, e.g., The Interpreter’s House, Pennine Platform, Pirene’s Fountain, Butcher’s Dog, Lighten Up Online, Snakeskin, and Prole. Her recent collection, ASH TREE, is published by Prole, http://www.prolebooks.co.uk