body

little curtain song

i see new

curtains and

one thing is

certain

they are the red

of theater velvet

one fathom

deep,

and near my bed i

peep

past,

into the street,

my eyes meet

sun 'n blue but

return,

my curtains

churn

bliss into

my mind,

the test

is in the drawing of

that kind

of fabric,

the sound

of which is

round

and smooth

it puts me in the

groove

so all i do is

pull and move

to open and

see

the full

of the curtains

that are new

little runners fresh

as dew

and no resistance

to

my insistence

of caressing linings

and their

looks

that seduce

sparkling brassy

curtain

hooks

again

and make

the sound of

rain

on minuscule metal ball joints,

milk-tooth-smooth,

score points

in sounds of

fancy-free,

click-roll-click-roll-click-roll,

curtains

warming

me...

now...

will you

please come

see...?

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looking out a window, everything is possible, aabhie, always remember that.

...if you smile as you look out, that is.