[Camachee]

One more sidelong smile,
a flash of inspiration,
and off she goes,
with swinging hips,
saucy thoughts,
whistling a forbidden tune.

i know
your muse
resides
in the resonance
of shadows
and the hint
of harmony
in other poets
music

maybe
you've outlived
the seduction
of seasons

[Kay Syrah]

Nightstand

Marginate, the infusion
of peripheral distractions,
and considerations weaves
her comb with the fragrance
of late night surrender and leaves,
the arrangement of brush and stroke
an afterthought half hoped
in the marbled expectancy
of dark that lays upon light.
Shifting and musing she lifts
her hair with both hands that pulls
her breasts high in defiance
and elbows a frame for her face
as she thinks of him again.