Mistaken Identity

At first he confused her
With his fantasy
Of women in dark corridors
Whose high thighs and tip tap heels
Drew his breath
And captured his innocence

Later he mistook her
For the women
In his recurrent dreams
Whose soft skin and dark eyes
Quickened his pulse
And broke beads of sweat on his brow

Confounded
She played the part
Slipping on the mantle of temptress
And the mask of muse

But the colours of excitement quickly faded
And the fabric of her subjugation frayed

He saw her naked
And did not know her.