poised

legs crossed
and across from me
attentive and poised
neither to
or for
me

your face
and form
evoke Chaplin's
gilded silver-screen

rosy cherub cheeks
set upon
snow white shoulders
tastefully adorned
in soft cashmere

where modesty
fails to conceal
voluptuous bounty
a glance
betrays desire

i look to my soul
for the decency
to turn away

and then she smiles
and i am naked
in the embrace
of her happy eyes

i imagine her thoughts
married to mine