in the bedroom at night
March 18, 2010 § Leave a comment
I can see into people’s houses at night.
Easy to see rituals, the different rooms they occupy,
the degree of loneliness on their faces.
Or maybe that is my face in the window, a pale
Ghost imposed over the bedroom scene:
Legs crooked, a naked pelvis raised, a mouth limp over hardened areas.
Could she have seen me,
With the dark webbing over the retina that shivers
with each thrust?
That night, the light never dimmed,
The light stood still over shadow-bodies.