Rear Window

[virtuoso]

Through a narrow window

two shadows caressing

An outline of lustful limbs

twining in a secret pose

Two hearts clouded in a foggy mist

Shrouded from the decorum

that binds the light to the day

Sentient corridors encumbered

by dusk's palling blinds, but translucent

glass shielding neither form nor mold

Graceful folds of primped skin

gnarled in the night's, sweating pane

Sweet whispers of tender passion

muffled by an eerie wind that sings

a dark requiem to two, fallen stars

whose sparkle seethes then sputters

through the duplicitous blinds

incubating the heat; shading the deceit

Red lips that dripped with morning dew

now purple, swollen slits spewing a black venom

Twinkling eyes that reflected the noonday sun

morphing into glowing orbs that gild a dark galaxy

Tidy, golden-brown fibers of hair coiffed for the doting eye

becoming disheveled, silver strands that cover titillated busts

In the pale, gaunt moonlight, the pallid contours of two, flickering lamps

gasp for the last few drops of amour's, fleeting oil

before the sun's, bright beams expose their tawdry portrait

[dara.cv]

"Sweet whispers of tender passion

muffled by an eerie wind that sings

a dark requiem to two"

I can see the wind invading the flickering flame. I love the progression of time with the two emblazoned stars. Great read!

[virtuoso]

Thanks for your close reading, Dara. I am glad that those phrases struck a chord.