The room we stand in now

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The room we stand in now

Is full of desire,

Of the desire in these

Oversized almond eyes,

Of the desire that leaves

Watermarks of Nature –

The great magician

Of both hope and delight,

Of the desire that rises

Now and every day

In the last moments of freedom.

I can hear the sounds of Verona far below:

The melody of children at play,

The hand-drawn lines of continuity

Where the eyes are to make love,

Regardless of their fictionality.

The anatomical vocabulary

To capture rough tenderness

In the room we stand in now

Full of plotlines

They come loose

From the impenetrable mess of history.