She danced in front of the window, <br />snowflakes glowing behind her <br />under the streetlight. The blue silk blouse <br />slipped off her arms and floated out of sight. <br />Black slacks into a shadow, then <br />the quick shiver, the beautiful awkward gesture <br />into nakedness. Her skin startled me-- <br />luminous or pale, depending. We didn't know <br /> <br />each other well, but it was my turn, <br />so I raised my arms above my head <br />and tried to shake. We both wanted to know <br />something about somebody. My clothes <br />piled beneath me in a clump. <br /> <br />The striptease didn't do much <br />for either of us, but by then <br />we were chilled and fell against <br />each other's skin. <br /> <br />Snow under streetlights landed <br />layer upon layer. <br />We fell forward, <br />then fell apart against the sheets, <br />cold again, and wet. She whispered <br />in my ear, and I pulled the blankets <br />up over us. I knew her name, <br />so I whispered that.<br /><br />Jim Daniels<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/strip/
