how do you prefer it, a voyeur
peering into
other people windows:
to stand on your tiptoes
stretching upward
like a strange bird
that magnetized can't set
on flying away,
to become a plush shadow
of the tree,
prostrating its lace
in veneration
over the rainbow pavement
to cross the wet road
and pressing your back
against the cold wall
biting your lip and
with you feet weakening
out of desire to love
the window's warms
-- this melting sun of night --
the most ordinary round
lasting forever jester
of a hand, woman
setting the dinner table
at the center
of this brilliant universe,
to love
man and women -- forehead
to forehead conspiring against
darkness --
but where you imagine the whispers of
love under a delicate shadow
of a lamp
it could be a frozen silence
facing each other
28 Февраль 2010 г.
window
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