Silhouette

I watch her standing on the deck
looking towards the east
her nakedness delights me
a lovely morning feast,
it's an odd situation
how an outline can provoke
such sensual aspirations
in most common folk,

and she knows her powers
a jester or a wink
can move a mountain range
she knows what I seek,
I ask her what she's doing
she asks what do I need
turns around and smiles at me
the precursor to the deed,

the morning / evening / mid-day dance
that we both enjoy
upstairs / downstairs / in my truck
both overt and coy,
the act does not define us
but provides a common thread
to tie our lives together
both in and out of bed ...