I pass the lights
And think on the delights
Inside
Where shoppers hide
From the cold outside
Where people hurry by
And do not catch another’s eye.
What man will glorify the ethereal
When there is a material
Girl with perfect skin
Who beckons him in
To her store?
Those who are discreet
Do not ask for a receipt.
They know the power
Of the shower
And how scent lingers
On fingers.
But one can not forever hide
From the cold outside
K Morris - Poet 
This is such a powerful poem, dear Morris… It makes me think of our materialistic society .. individualism and consumerism… And how, at the end. we are just finite beings. So we should wonder: What really counts the most?… Sending love! 😀 ❤
Many thanks for your comment and for understanding my poem. Kind regards, Kevin