Keyhole Door

I think the shadow of light,
From my keyhole is to blame;
It teases the sleep, calling with
A siren song for dreamless ones

Where she sits naked upon a stool
Combing her long black hair
Its curls unfold, it seems to pour
Upon her pale back and breasts

And a vapour of candlelight
Dances upon her slender neck
Its life flickers, its light dapples,
Reaching around shoulders bare.

Her eyes reflect in a mirror
My breath is gone, her beauty more
As she looks back at me
Through the keyhole door.