Folding Screen Poem by jerome moore

I want to stand behind a coromandel folding screen
to watch you shed and undress those clothes that hide you.
I want to see everything you hide from in its tattooed shade,
with a voyeuristic eye to your boudoir like a keyhole.

Your beauty is transpiring like a confessional,
your silhouette like a playful flame blown out by the wind!

'I want to see you change from behind that screen.
Then I want to ask you why you let yourself go so easily?