Outside, cold sleet slams the thick glass; inside, the
thermostat and the erotic heat of their
naked bodies (covered only by their long
hair) warms the room. Already, their lofters drooled
droplets of sweetness.
J-9thxciv
Author's Notes/Comments:
This is an ekphrastic poem; the photograph (privately collected) is breathtaking, both for its erotic beauty, its perspective (looking through the sleety window), and its technical aspects (light and color and other details I do not know or understand). I am grateful to the scholar, Taphless Gibler, for giving me introduction to the collector.