When His Back Is Turned

I covered you
In snow white sheets
Watched the fall and rise of your mountainous peaks
And felt the vapour of your breath
A soft breeze across Egyptian cotton

I converted you
To sleep in skin
Removed your clothes, limb, by limb
And tossed them on the oak wood floor
Where they fell
               like conquered kingdoms
I coveted you
The girl in green
Smooth, pale shoulders at the bar, unseen
A stranger with a wedding band
It’s just a loop of gold
               you said
And laughed.