l’esprit d’escalier

Smeared crimson lips. Guilt in brown eyes.
Bare body under cold sheets, yet to moralize.
evidence of reckless deed scattered on the floor
“it was in the heat of the moment!” nothing more

wounded with regret, she escaped the affair
a walk of shame, tiptoes down the stairs
a violent altercation, had lead to a whispered moan
her words were stolen. Now her skin carries his cologne

With a final step; a clearer head
a le mot juste. What she should have said
But the feat was committed; already a fait accompli
with bite marks on her tongue. Helas oui