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
In the dimly lit room
I had a brief glimpse of bliss:
sight of your naked body
like a god reclining.
That was all.
you got up to get your clothes
while I shuddered
like the earth split open by lightning.