They’re Window Shades, Mrs. Kravitz!

 (An ekphrastic poem for:  "In Bed The Kiss", by Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec)

They’re Window Shades, Mrs. Kravitz!    

We’ve seen you peeping through the blind;

(we’re sure you thought we wouldn’t mind);

but, we find it dis-concerting,

when we two, discretely flirting

(in our bedroom, in our bed)

find you peeking in, instead!

We’d prefer to be protected

from your view – quite uninspected;

so, art lovers, both, we two

offer this surprise for you:

Next time that you choose to peep

(to see if we’re awake or sleep)

here’s, the scene that now you’ll see

shading our sweet privacy:

Lovers – fine, in form and face,

clasped in intimate embrace     

We don’t mean to be unkind

(Let’s assume that you don’t mind)