While She Lasts

Inside the sensual curves
Of her glass chamber
There is no sign
Of sand
Swallowing his feet
Or prints
Leading to this vacuum
There is only the moment
And those breaths
She permits

Never clever
Or cruel enough
To trap such radiance
He is free
To let the momentary
Lover crawl across
His stigma

Her eternal reward
Is the promise
Of a possible return
To such quiet ecstasy
Even one last time