A Second Floor Scene

A scent of freshly laundered linen

as your stripes slide off swiftly

and the creases                                

                                             of your skin

are snatched at in delirious delight

under the gaze of Venus' light

and the blinds                                   

                                 stir in the wind

snatching at the open window

where we echo in the night.

September Softness

A plethora of pressed petals

could not duplicate your delicacy,

nor could their scent evoke sensations

a slight bit as strong, as those sustained

by the perfume on your curved clavicle,

skin as exposed as those feelings

I struggle to conceal as you catch me staring

as my inner-self screams those words

that my tongue is too sedulous to speak.

Summer Upstaged

Summer retired, stage right,

with little fanfare,

upstaged by Autumn's carefree cameo,

undeserving of the star billing received

with her limited stage time,

swept away by the shifting folly of fame.