Caustic View
Fitting my eye
to the keyhole
I peak into
the elegant room.
I have an amazing view.
Beyond the table still holding
the remains of last nights
gourmet Meal, with
flecks of spilled pepper
shining on the snowy linens.
To the rumpled bed,
it's fluffy pillow tossed,
unwanted onto the plush gray
of the floor.
The hands on the bedside
clock sit still as it rests
there unwound.
Finally a movement
on the terrace attracts my eye
and I jerk away from the key hole
and scream. I must confide that I
only wanted to peak at the beauty
from the orient. I never expected
My eye to discover the caustic
view of her dainty neck noosed
and her beautiful body
twirling in the predawn Light.
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