Humming to
herself
she stood, half
dressed
slip and bra
already on
one foot upon
the bed.
She rolled a
stocking between
her nimble
thumbs and fingers
not noticing my
presence,
her angled reflection
in the bedroom mirror.
I spied the
scene,
voyeur
or victim.
She rolled the
15 denier ring
over her ballet pointed
toe,
smoothing as she
stretched material
and hopes
higher and
higher.
Sheer material
against still youthful skin
dark band
contrasting the pale
translucence of her
thigh.
Then suddenly she
dropped her leg
smoothed down
her slip
and closed the
door
with a sigh.
