My head
Fuzzy like a peach
And body a narrow
Unfeatured nude
At the window
Tugging at tangled strings
Of knotted shades
I must look to you
Like a crash test dummy
Unveiling the view
Of our wall
While framed in the glass
You, a Botticelli,
Reclined in flowing flannelette
And the wistful glare
Of a princess bared
Down to her last cigarette
#NaPoWriMo 2014 poem number 7
© Brendan Bonsack
April 2014