He could envision the trail of clothing
Wending its way from the front door
to the stairway; her silken panties dropped
outside the bedroom door.
He smiled, ready as any Saturday sinner
hearing the car in the driveway and the scamper up the front walk,
as a tip-tapping prelude to their private waltz.
Everything fell away,
when she, finally, stood in the doorway
and sunlight caressed her skin.
"Let the fireworks begin," she said.