Lucia Poem by delilah contrapunctal.... yes, that's how I intended to spell it.........

today my tears are for you....with you....shrill laughter and flying cushions..

yours,
a chair... fire...

mine, a closet door... an unfortunate toilet....

smaller and less weighty things....
easily swept up and quietly disposed of......

we dance...in a tangled shadow play....
each terpsichorean effort....lean...bold.... limned in colors unseen by a more naked eye...

.here are my softer slippers... scents of rosemary and incense...
arrows, embedded......

a fountain
playing
in each cloister's garden.....a less-than-hallowed sanctuary....

fewer buttons now...zippers...occasional velcro.....kevlar, down...
...offering
protection
against the foehn.....


................................what is the word....