Even while doing nothing
One wants to do less
As we worry and bother
We settle for the stress
That first caress, nevertheless
Carries a rare perfume
Unzipping her dress
In a warm, candlelit room
The tune is minimalist
Piano played; key by key
Out across the runway mist
Nothing more, but, I want to be
Redeemed by the deeper kiss
Whose mistress knows no bounds
Her sounds float towards the bliss
Infiniteness, from sky to ground
That we found in his mind, by
A kind meditation, on the curved
Crescent of a station, sensations
Of pasts, absorbed by those present
This is a poem from Vagaries:
Love of The Key to Room 149
