Contact lenses

Somenights

she leaves them in

until after they have made love.

She likes to see clearly

the lines and curves of bodies.

To watch his eyes, his mouth.

Somenights she enjoys that.

Othernights

when taken by the mood

she takes them out before

and abandons herself

to her blurred stranger.

Other senses compete to compensate.

All is flesh. Looks bigger too.