In eternal gestures of sleepless nights
We dream known bodies and slow hands glide
We sketch a face, invent a smile
And then one day it is your first time
And then you
Whisper, whisper my name, young lover
Now spread a sheet on this worn-out bed
Feel the old heart beats, you’re finally undressed
Remember the seconds, decades ago
Moments that have warmed your breast, well more will follow
If you
Whisper, whisper my name again, lover
Spring 2007