At these glossy images I stare and stare: these sculpted hollows, unruly hair all lit by a brightly angled beam monochrome curves a dappled, dimpled dream your ivory skin, tantalisingly near my mind-tips touch velvet, as if you were here your shadow-eyes chaperone my every move your gaze eloquent, unsmiling, liquid-smooth you are my posed possession in square shapes fourfold - my delight in obsession, my love's stronghold.next poem