like a man walking
the city late at night
around the periphery
of your dreams
or a voyeur
peeking inside
through the blinds
a lover hung for you
I read your poetry
and see your mind
nude moving shyly
through the room
the play of language
draped like sheets
tangled and warm
upon a bedroom floor
between the lines
of light and shadow
cast through these
half-closed blinds
you stretch and flex
your awakened voice
openly longing
for something other
I mutely turn
embarrassed
that I glimpse you
in such a light
yet your words
seduced like sirens
singing songs
upon a different shore
(March 2013)
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