On the floor,

constructed in the dark,

away from the glow,

the light,

spilling in from the next room,

face lit half moon, semi-bright

and a mystery pinning an unread letter

to the flesh

with a single, ghost needle-

there the body goes deep,

covered with rocks and weeds

and the swarm of sex,

a naked rose studied and studying

one soul

in a room,

on the floor,

invisible, scratched

and signed.