there is a photo of you
dressed in shadow lattice and lace.
youre peering through the window
and i can barely see your face.
the intention is there
and the composition is clear
but i cant make out
what you were looking at.

what was it that caught your hazel eye?
was it a person or an action?
or maybe it was neither
and maybe it was a feeling
that made you crane your perfect neck
exposing that soft flesh just above your collar.

was it autumns breath that made your head turn
the cool scent of the fallen leaves
was a window opened
and a whisper of the season tickled your ear?
was it the setting suns last kiss
on indian summers unblemished face
or was it the memory of the day
fading away into that inevitable dusk?