Discreet
Large room discreetly
opens like a host taking us in
not asking about us curtains sigh
secret alone until hand of the
maid shakes their seclusion
you put your hand on your chest
as if to say
My breast was here
from the pillows a feather falls
flat yellow walls and deaf mirror
can’t see life straight on with eyes but
weep for your thought the day
poignant calls all clouds to come
gather your mood into deep
appreciation for dark garments and silk
Libros Libertad 