I hear your faint cry
when the wind is silent.
raging I see your eyes’ quiver,
wide open,
...
Wake my love,
and spring from this bed.
Pull the curtain from its’ rod
and leave the window bare.
...
In his room at night
lit, but with one light
He strokes warm shadows across the walls.
Born of ancient pleasures, ancient shames, ancient colors, falls
...