a
small room, illuminated
by
candles and showers
sparks
and other radiances
a
body as wet as newborn
or
washed by the waters of life
clothed
in perfect white
pure,
clean
absolutely
insular joy
this
room has a single window
thoughts
streaming in
as
history flows out
my
body has a single heart
sadness
streaming in
as
desire flows out
a
small room, door sealed behind me
you,
still too far away
a
spotless canvas in my imagination
a
smooth, infinite surface, patiently waiting
October
17, 2001