
the image is
of a woman
and all you
see is her skin
from her bottom
right down to her toes.
sometimes she will bend slightly to dress
and we will see a little more.
there is nothing
'polite' about this,
but her figure,
it exudes integrity.
from the side of the bed,
from his vision, from the side
where he has hidden a life
for many years,
the life of him and another
who are part of a story
she doesn't know . . .
she is beautiful though, and as the moon
hangs coyly aglow – we watch the light,
how it falls like a lover's hands along her shoulders and onto
the man below.