Between the Sheets

Between the sheets secluded

On a bed the golden hair

Cascades across the shoulders of

A girl who isn't there.

Gracefully her back is arched

Inviting those who dare

To navigate the circumstance

Of a girl who isn't there.

Her lines are traced in silhouette,

Her camber caught in stare,

Considering the touch and taste

Of a girl who isn't there.

Abandoned by self-consciousness,

Exposed yet unaware,

Senusally suspicious of

A girl who isn't there.