He went to buy smokes, must have been days ago now.
Will she call the police? No: vacancy.
Moaning, slapping: skin on skin; screaming sometimes.
Now she remembers, it's been going on for days --
Shut the fuck up. Take a pill.
The game: he, doctor, she, patient; so much fun.
One shoe fell, anticipating the other.
Now a door slammed shut, a splash: the pool.
Now the bed sprang up, feet on the ceiling.
A figure moving through space, another dimension above:
The door opens, another dimension below.
The door shuts. Another splash, a familiar voice:
She heard him say, "What're you getting me into?"
She melts into the pool
and into Him,
What makes Him the godhead?