Lobby Love Song

She moussed her hair in the shower
where the walls were peeling,
leaving little plucked clouds
around the drain.
I watched her bent over
like a sapling after the thunder.
The bathroom sink vanished,
the bed and the bedframe vanished,
the trail of clothes ran off.
Suddenly we were standing on the highest rock
over the sea as thick as concrete.
She looked light and glam,
like evening
for the next dazzling city
before she vanished.
Naked and hungry
and clouded by the sun
I grabbed my genitals
and carried myself
off.