Seduction can be as simple as the line of a leg
in your line of sight.
For much of the movie she’s curled up tight.
Ensnared by plot,
she gives not a thought to the slow stretch you catch
from the corner of an eye in the muted dark.
The light of the screen
throws a calf muscle into relief and
there is a sudden tensing
to her relaxing.
A hand that knows the contour of that leg
as intimately as it’s own
a brief pause for reflection
and a decision is made
Who gives a damn how the movie ends