Your Thighs at Midnight (to Venus Callipygian)

In naked midnight you as votive stand

In darkness there where moonlight serves

What’s first a blur, but then your reaching hand

Draws all attention to your thighs’ seen curves –

It’s there within the night all light affirms

The beauty of what curves and swells and moves:

In grace a better moon, in shape all terms

Or measurements of grace your form improves –

So here I stand, hid in a voyeur’s guise,   

In awe and witness of my wakened dream

Of moving thighs that now in whiteness rise

To fall within my mind where now they stream

With other forms held ever to be caught

That rise again when inspiration’s sought.