Curves in the Clouds

What teasing tempting lines they draw
These gauzy winds that half withdraw
Blow lightly to reveal the forms
Of soft smooth hips that dance, perform
with hordes of visions in the sky
baring breasts & waist & thigh
But, look! the images break & cry
As o’er this lone expanse they fly
Each curved cloud wafts in solo dance
Condemned to pleasure by her hands
Alone with none to view the pose & form
Drifting above this desert, lost, wasted, forlorn
Would wondering eyes pause to care
Look up to see brave beauty, bare?
No, those eyes, blind by the lights
of hectic life’s dizzying heights
will not in the silence pause
for curves in clouds & winds of gauze