Tuesday, May 17, 2016

For Insomnia

For Insomnia

in the window
your body rains

a butterfly
spins and spins
in that squall

night knows no roads…
the sparrow doesn’t recognize
where it has fallen

when nobody sees him
man walks out
on man

your body
and mine
a sweltering ghost

among the doors that open and close
one remains open,
the one painted blue by the wind

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