Voyeur
Enfolded men of the evening Times
and grocery boys of the checkout line,
between them leans the bathing nymph
of Actaeon's presumption.
What comfort in the cool increase
of law, labor and luxury?
What heart could find a metronome
in the beating of a clock?
The body will change its cast,
the hound will bay and subway pass,
beauty caught in a sideways glance
parts the thickest foliage.
In shades of gentle arching black
this tableaux played in evening hues-
profane, perverse, yes, arrogant,
he parts the curtain to her room.