She is now mature in creases, at ease in shade
only, as she bathes the aging body. The light
is all in her face and falls like death on skin.
Her smile is inward. The watcher hidden in the night—
the king who eyes her from his roof, must murder
her husband first. Why does he love her? His sight
is inward too. He loves her. He’ll get her.
Barry Goldensohn has published six poetry collections and numerous essays. His most recent book is a collection of his poems about music, The Listener Aspires to the Condition of Music. He has a summer job at the New York State Writers Institute at Skidmore College. (updated 4/2012)