Soft-white rose petals reflected on
this sun-abandoned skin,
hidden beneath satin laces; expanding
through a cream ballet shoe.
Delicate movements of her feet reaching
the foul of the subway floor,
and no one can watch her but I.
A beauty with sun rays shinning upon,
through these windows owned by self-conscious doors,
and the sight of a purified spectacle carved my mind,
blinding me with paintings of her,
and only her.
Only her.

-2006