emerging from her indigo
past and framed
mid-pose,
warm august sunshine
pierced parted
curtains
and was transformed
into splashes
of chalk,
pale yellow and gold
as she removed
her blouse
and rounded the corner,
disappearing
from view.
bathed by breezes
blowing in from the bay
i stood
captivated, enthralled
and unable
to follow the pounding
of my chest
as her footfalls echoed
down
the long, ancient hall
to her lilac
bedroom’s door.
there, a stone balcony
overlooked
the azure sea —
but for me,
such pleasure remained
a fantasy.
