It's not painful to wait for the noise of someone undressing. The light dimmer pauses. No sweet known against syrup. Wasn't time always running between "help yourself" and "get acquainted". Hours with the cook, her way of treating the steam is balancing the soup. Spices, may I feel tears - almost a lake? How well tied is the boat's knot on the peer, how much dream work is used in hands splicing hemp?

at the end of spring
the bookstore lowers the price
for calendars

suppose an embryo marks itself in the territories of a woman's brain cells. Light is the subject. Watery, the game about an entity distinguishes itself as a single object. Trustworthy. 37 C, a little higher temperature, then soon an obligation

hard to go
into sleep when the dart
what shape
is pure enough to call
food for the white dreams

it starts snowing in the name of winter, other ice is mixed with chocolate. From going down meeting the warmth, that thrill and this attachment. One laughter, then more. Hunger, yes, but it is for the apple never been allowed to be tasted that stays with some oily smell on Cezanne's canvas.

painting the kite
blue
the color of home