Strawberry Blur

The foggy morning's a flirtatious veil

You draw about mysteriously.

Would I rather winter fell,

An icing on your sweet desserts?

I never see you clearly.

I move the light to cut the night from you,

A blade beneath the shoulder straps of lingerie.

Alas, the shadows like my fingers

Cling to you.

They swallow you away.

I breathe your scent,

Pressed hyacinth, alcohol,

And something animal.

Fumes of perfume disrupt my vision,

Sweet wine vapors stinging,

Corrupting and delicious on my nose, my skin,

My wet and burning eyes.

The sultry humid air's

The softest camera lens.

Strawberry hair bobs in your face,

The lace about your upper chest

Above the swelling of your breasts,

The dress that bends about your bare thighs

Merely suggests your fleshy ass.

You're pale as Artemis.

I feel more than I see,

Still unsure if you are real.

- 2/24/26