November, 2023 - Written in the Dirt

I sit and watch

as she exhales clouds

of Turkish cigarette smoke

over Dior red lips.

I sit and watch

as she pulls up nylons

with embroidered welts

to suspender clips.

I sit and watch

as she ties her silk robe

with a smile for me wryly

at its fleeting use.

I sit and watch

as she opens the door

to a stranger invited

at an earlier seduction.

I sit and watch

as she moves to him

and lets foreign hands

explore her womanly body.

I sit and watch

as she turns to the wall

her breasts cupped firmly

legs moved apart.

I sit and watch

as she moans and reciprocates

while she’s held there

and used roughly.

I sit and watch

as she lays

prostrate on the bed

and her beau goes deeper.

I sit and watch

as her head turns

and looks into my eyes

and only mine.

The outline of her body

Displayed across the bed.

Like a blurred impressionist painting brought to life.

I’m a permitted voyeur

With un-admittable dreams that only she can soothe.

From the small of her back to the nape of her neck is smooth and warm like a sand dune.

In the presence of a woman.

I’m a man reduced to a boy.

Breathless by painted lips and catholic modesty.

Curled hair immaculate

Reaching down, over,

Over past perfumed neck and soft breast.

Round and ample

Stirring me, but: that face;

That unblemished Venus un-severe

I cannot compare.

Shining eyes half closed

In hushed repose, smokily

Watching me.

Every time I see her is like the first.

A discovery of a treasure thought lost.

Smiling at my breathlessness

She beckons me closer.

Consumed I approach trembling

This picture of beauty.

The mother of my child.

Month: November 2023

I sit and watch as she

Red and Black