she stands before him, trembling and calm.
slowly, shyly, brazenly, she undoes the buttons of her sweater.
when they run out, she crosses her arms and pulls over her head the soft pink pretense at protection. she stops when its caress encases her head, arms trapped in bondage of her own making, her bare torso springing welts as his eyes scratch her nakedness.
he takes her joined hands in his.
her powerless joy runs down her legs.