Contemplating a Spine by Daylight

Another from my cycle of poems, Of The Women, and a companion to my previous one

Can I lift your slender form?
Can I pick the fruit of your shadow
      When you are stretched cat-like in the sun?
Can I cause the excellent extension of your vertebrae?
Can I daydream of your stretched silver silk blouse
      When you shrug off sleep in mid-lecture?
I must have pondered too long from where I sat
For I was awoken from this by a voice
which tore my questions, unresolved
spilling back into my mind
like the sun, dripping lightly
upon your small back