At A Glance

Beneath the stars is a darkened glade, 

your pale nude body sublime in the shadows, 

starkly hidding from a stranger's gaze. 

Your panting fear cannot dampen 

your sensual luminence and feral desire. 

Trapped you are, held tight against the bonds 

not of this wooded spot but against your 

misunderstood need to exist pristine and be sullied. 

There is no contrast between light and dark. 

And we need not hide in shadow.