The heat of the afternoon. Lying in the dark, listening to Debussy’s Clair de Lune.

Vision of Your Body
Daisy Zamora

In the dimly lit room
I had a brief glimpse of bliss:
sight of your naked body
like a god reclining.
That was all.

Quite unaware
you got up to get your clothes
just naturally
while I shuddered
like the earth split open by lightning.