Our suite for the night has smooth dark furnishings 

a large fireplace and candles that 

light up mirrors above the bed  


There is a young woman nearby,

she is swaying to Latin dance music 

satin hips moving left to right as the wind blows tree limbs 



While I sit at a table 

putting letters onto a small wooden ledge 

one at a time 

clumsy Inkstained fingers.







touch (now) with a suddenly unsaid
gesture lightly my eyes?                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                 And send life out of me and the night

absolutely into me . . . .

e.e. cummings









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