Porcelain Perfect Tableau

    unrepentant voyeur
you turn toward me and smile
and my universe
    and ends
in  your eyes

papaya-scented soap
you wash your hands
your hand taking a towel from the bar
iridescent droplets run down
    your alabaster arms

I sigh
    a new-fallen angel
held by the sight of you
porcelain perfect tableau

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Chyfrin the Celtic poet

Artist, Poet, Electrical/Biomedical Engineer, Actor, Playwright, Set construction, Educator, Lover of womankind and single malt scotch

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