Her beauty astounds me.
I watch her
from the doorway, behind.
The light glides past her face to her shoulder.
Her face.
It is hidden from me in her comfort
except for the small piece that tempts me
to look for more
to touch her
How I want to know her dreams.
But the light doesn’t care about such things.
It just skips down her hips
and slides down her thighs
It tickles her toes before laughing at me
How I want to be her bed
How I want to be her smile
How I wish to know her love
from the doorway, behind
