Other Stories, Other Windows............

Dialogue
~For Richard

There is nothing cute
in this (cute would be
not wanting to
bite your lips
or
drive the rain away
with our fucking)

Instead, there is
beaded condensation
(misted words
ticking out the paused
questions, until a flurry
of ripe flight)

In that moment,
I touched the solid wall
of your
caged Eros,
the boat rigging quiet
(the air cold on an empty cheek)
as if waiting for response
to fingers’ silent request;

red lined windows open
eyes to the night
(take my lips,
translate the dialogue
of this landscape)