The Visit

I didn't have much in mind
when letting you in to rummage 

amongst old keys and filter through 

your fingers, cat litter
the soiled clods of which sputtered off 

your boots, which as I remember bore
an indecent shine.
There was barely any purpose to this
beyond my need to know
how far you'd go, 

to prove your theory;

that I am wicked.