Eighteen untold stories
Of bedrooms, gardens
And torn down houses
Nine pairs of partners
Passing over secrets
As if so to live again
Your fondest moment
My closely
Recollected memory
And the young girl
In Australia, afraid
Of the outdoor khazi
Darkness, light; stairways
And rose red curtains
Spoken unwoken
With a gleam of the eye
Pass it on
Please, won't you
Why don't you
Softly, slowly
Tell me my story
