Creative Poetry: Behind Drawn Curtains

The imagery of intimate moments is usually set in two broad categories - the act itself, or an allegorical representation. I find it amusing that most choose to avoid talking about the sweaty, sappy, emotional core of the act. This piece tries to explore the image from the perspective of a third party, so it imparts a voyeuristic flavour to it.


The curtains are drawn

And yet a sliver of sunlight

Washes the room in eerie red

Throwing shadows to all in sight

Sighing along the creaking bed

Is the silhouette of her back's curve

Watching her skin tingle

With his finger's every swerve

They wax a story single

Of love, lust, and passion

And in response her every twitch

Speaks testament to an ingrained trust

Fingers trying to hold time aswitch

Can only grasp at sheets

Moans compete with droplets of sweat

To nestle between heartbeats

Peaking with a shuddered breath

The shadows rise and fall

And amid the settling silent heat

He kisses an answer to her call