Hotel Room

She hid herself in his arms,

In the warmth and black of his chest.

And he held her like holding a dream,

Something beyond him.

Checkout time was noon,

Her husband expected her soon.

But for a moment she was his and him hers.

They knew everything ahead

would be less than what they held then.

He didn't see her cry.

She didn't see him die.

She did her make up

As he played with the key.

He dropped it as her phone rang.

I love you and I'll be there soon,

He heard her say as he left the room.

Walking out on her,

Walking out on the devil in his bed.

Copyright 2008 Salvador Cordova