This
Ann Menebroker


You get out of bed
solemnly naked
and lumber somewhere
out of sight.
The house
is a mystery
the way
it swallows
whoever leaves warm sheets.
Lying here
in my old
bare skin
I think
how I love
the sight
of unclothed people
going about
the business
of love.
Everything else
is so ruined;
the room, the landscape
the world.
The way to stay
beautiful is to avoid
mirrors
and look only
at those
who truly
love back.