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Red and Black

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.

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