Poem: Restrained Art

Sitting on the edge of anticipation
And the bed she undoes her heels
Pulls up her stockings falling
Back onto disheveled sheets of silk
Perfumed smelling of roses
Here she undresses piece by piece
Waiting for him to take his piece

Poem: Lonely Gallery

Yellow light streams from open windows
Shining from living rooms and bedrooms
And all those other rooms
Where people move about sharing a meal
Or a kiss or horseback rides
Life framed by white panels and glass