Vision of Your Body by Daisy Zamora

The heat of the afternoon. Lying in the dark, listening to Debussy’s Clair de Lune.

Vision of Your Body
Daisy Zamora

In the dimly lit room
I had a brief glimpse of bliss:
sight of your naked body
like a god reclining.
That was all.

Quite unaware
you got up to get your clothes
just naturally
while I shuddered
like the earth split open by lightning.