When she is dreaming deep
I turn to watch
Dark velvet lashes flicker
And the kind light from the muted dawn
Catches her silken hair
Spun across the down
When she arises
I turn to stare
As the sheets pour away to reveal
Cream shoulders bare
Now sunlight shafts through the broken pane
And what was moonlight pale
Is now hard, white
And brilliant
When she bathes
I am alive, aware
Of fine strong fingers
Running through backlit flaming hair
One fleeting moment, pearls adorn her face, her neck
Whilst I watch the silver surface
Break, fracture and disperse
About her breast
When she turns
Then I am blind
Her face is lost
In fire of life light from behind
And as she drips, the water smashes
Upon the flags
And the softness of her soul
Brightly disappears
Doug Grant
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