A pottery lamp casts a glow
on the porcelain hands
of a delicate woman
kneeling by her bed,
shadow gypsies splashed
on her wall.

She thinks to write a requiem.

A clear glass vase of wildflowers
crashes on linoleum
She tosses away her melancholy
and writes of generous sex
The tabby glistens at her feet

Twilight purrs to a close.