surmise*

you're arch noir plots
dense, turgid
filled with the ease of
a writing
conducive
to fictions deep and
startling

a prof and a detective
battling each for
some moist control
over the nubile
youngthing

those kisses, girlish
and disarming
a serious love for tender
wounds and stinging
elegies

you'll be
missed like breakfast
skipped, like electro shock
sometimes, at night
I wish I could slip through the
cracks in the floor
experience your soul



* in memory of Dorothy Porter (1954 - 10, December 2008)