Still - Life with Harlow and Lombard

I like to think of Harlow in
Her smiling way. That sweetness
That can bear such slight. It
Rises up red
From a bed
Of water in, the jungle.

While Gable laughs and laughs.
He laughs and laughs.

Then we see Lombard with naked
Feet. Feet that rub up feet.
Below a kitchen table in
The dawn of day.

While Gable laughs
And laughs.

Author's Note

What does this make you think of?