Walking the divine path (to class)

Stopping mid-conversation to watch,
as I pass,
eye-brows arched as he imagines my back arching in ecstasy,
undressing me as I flash a smile,
throwing off the rest of my vestments to the winds.
A flash in the pan,
a moment of divine union,
before my heels click,
with renewed bounce,
purged, illuminated and unified in the ephemeral gaze of another.
The letting go, the melting. I have come.