Untitled

A Six inch black and white in an oaken frame
Boy, Girl, smiles, wrapped
only in each other
Happiness frozen
a sneeze or hiccup, captured
unrepeatable
Eyes, unaware
of World or Worry; keeping time by simpler mechanisms
the soft pulse which brings blossoms to cheeks; bum-bum
the urgent claspings of hands, the twings of fingers and legs,
the blaze of a lover's gaze,
the ember of shared cigarettes.
Outside, a grasshopper fiddles a Mozart march

A five inch diary bound in Indian leather,
perfectly uncaring scrawl, spilling over line and boundary, heedless
handdrawn scribblings, pictures, napkins and maps,
the sweat and smoke of openair markets
the tossing in beds not consecrated by our sighs
the rumpled pages stained by tears, splashed on every line

a four inch piece of your favorite black dress
torn off in frantic embrace
which I tole
A piece of a princess,
wound round my finger; the feel of lips, caress, face
the taste of skin in the crevice of your neck
curve of your back pressed into me, legs enmeshed
scent of your conditioner, perfume and sweat mingling
small noises deep iny our throat, the faint vibration of your pleasure
unitelligible Spanihs in frenzied motion

A piece of a princess
torn off
frozen
Pan's pipes dance softly
the grasshopper sings:
Winter is coming! Winter is coming!