Usually after sex <br />I watch you glide over the mirror <br />Watch you covet yourself a bit <br />As your fingers slide beneath your hair <br />From crown to collar <br />And watch you run <br />The thick, black length of a thought <br />Clenching such soft wisps, <br />To pull the ends in fistfuls <br />and smoothen out the darkness. <br />I watch your head tilt, <br />Your hip meets an elbow, <br />And you turn yourself into one big, pressing <br />Question mark of flesh. <br /> <br />I sit in the chair in the back <br />Sunken in an earthy seclusion <br />To rise by a thought- <br />Watching the slow shifting metronome <br />Of the back of your thighs <br />Feeling entranced, <br />Wondering for a moment, <br />If I’d seen you differently.<br /><br />Nivaldo Bezerra<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/see-you-naked/
