Tripity tippity cross creaking floorboards
like a ballet dancer teetering with no sound
tiny poppy red painted toe~wards
soft feet on hard wood, to safer ground

clutching crumpled rumpled clothing
holding breath; bottom bitten lip
she wobbles in the half lit door frame
half caught gasp, clasps her disheveled slip

he rolls, lightly unconscious: slow sonorous snores
shifts, settles, stretches: low mumble
dreams, lightly smiling, of the night before
she wrestles: unyielding fabric fumbles

playing silent hopscotch with stockings, and hitched skirt
teeth grasping, shoe straps dangling
as she buttons up her morning after shirt
low, but heavy breathing.. scanning

Got everything?
Forgot anything?
Wish she could:
Rueful thought

She peers down a darkened corridor, it’s unfamiliar
territory here.. vague drunken flashbacks
as she retracts, retreats, hastily eager
for fresh air and covered tracks

The morning girl after the night before, seeks a door,
not a man: not a complicated convo
over coffee chat about ‘me, you and the future’
she’s not romantically inclined, so…

She got her thing:
no strings
attached -
door, unlatched

And she’s gone.