You stand near the window as lights wink On along the street. Somewhere a trolley, taking Shop-girls and clerks home, clatters through This before-supper Sabbath. An alley cat cries To find the garbage cans sealed; newsboys Begin their murder-into-pennies round. We are shut in, secure for a little, safe until Tommorrow. You slip your dress off, roll down Your stockings, careful against runs. Naked now, With soft light on soft flesh, you pause For a moment; turn and face me -- Smile in a way that only women know Who have lain long with their lover And are made more virginal. Our supper is plain but we are very wonderful. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNET: ON FAME (1) by JOHN KEATS THE RUBAIYAT, 1879 EDITION: 23 by OMAR KHAYYAM THIRTY EIGHT. ADDRESSED TO MRS. H -- Y. by CHARLOTTE SMITH IDYLLS OF THE KING: MERLIN AND VIVIEN by ALFRED TENNYSON WILL (1) by ELLA WHEELER WILCOX A DREAM, OR THE TYPE OF THE RISING SUN by JEAN ADAMS |