ampoule
05-28-2008, 09:08 AM
The Viewing
The midnight message said, "One man has viewed you."
I pull my robe close to me, looking from side to side,
Could he still be here, watching me in my morning glory?
I glance toward the bookcase, the sunlight on the ceiling.
Did he tiptoe past my bed, the night's wee hours, the sheet
Like a river flowing over my shoulder, spilling down
Between my arms, my legs, did he linger at my ankle, perhaps
Quietly lifting the careless shroud to see my heart beating?
Did he lean closer to hear my steady breathing, touching
The molten tendrils spread upon my pillow, his breath catching
As I turned my face with a moan into my white shoulder,
Shifting, a naked, quiet quake, trembling before him?
Was it a dream, that manly breath I felt upon my cheek,
That had I pursed my lips would they have met his, surprised,
And he would have run from my room not to be caught, viewing?
ampoule, May TwentyEighth, TwoThousandEight
The midnight message said, "One man has viewed you."
I pull my robe close to me, looking from side to side,
Could he still be here, watching me in my morning glory?
I glance toward the bookcase, the sunlight on the ceiling.
Did he tiptoe past my bed, the night's wee hours, the sheet
Like a river flowing over my shoulder, spilling down
Between my arms, my legs, did he linger at my ankle, perhaps
Quietly lifting the careless shroud to see my heart beating?
Did he lean closer to hear my steady breathing, touching
The molten tendrils spread upon my pillow, his breath catching
As I turned my face with a moan into my white shoulder,
Shifting, a naked, quiet quake, trembling before him?
Was it a dream, that manly breath I felt upon my cheek,
That had I pursed my lips would they have met his, surprised,
And he would have run from my room not to be caught, viewing?
ampoule, May TwentyEighth, TwoThousandEight