critiquing a relationship

this morning
dawn threw herself wantonly
across the sky

streaks of scarlet
splayed passionately
with utter abandonment

I, ever the voyeur,
behind the safety
of my window pane

attempt to capture
the moment’s essence –
a misshapen image

hinting only
at the lush interplay

like ineffectual words
spread across bed sheets
attempting to define you and me