The shower curtain

Written by: James Peranteau

The flower’s image before me
stares

So overwhelmed by the splendor,
my fingers become;
agitated
restless
frantic,
and what spills;
sears mine slip

Stunning sky blue decorate
the sylphs eyes,
clustered blond tresses ornament
her soft Caucasian flesh 
to her hips
leading this soul’s gaze  to those,
naked distended lips

The poet pining for this;
petite nubile miss