why should you cry with the light on?
it’s raining on your back and
your hands are trembling

light the fire turn the heat on
kindle the embers
with my heart

some chits have grown up in
the room: they are playing at
riding the blind man
- are blonde and ticklish
in their instep

it was as if I was reading
in the bathroom

you Russian woman
is it possible to have bitten
the bait of your visage?