Love Bites

The sound of the train took me from slumber,

I roll to find a naked body pressed to mine,

Fingers trailing a spine encased in soft skin,

Smelling of sweat and vodka,

of dancing until our legs gave out and finding relief in each other's arms,

The night blurred in images of ecstasy and regret,

Slipping from the bed with eyes smeared with dark paint,

Trying to find my undergarments of lace,

Love bites dotting my skin,

The sound of the train took me from the sun's disapproving gaze,

Back home where my husband lay.