tryst

____Why do I tell you these things?
You are not even here.

from This Room ___ John Ashbery














we effected the a perfect escape

a kiss at the tramstop,

a lingering conversation riding our bikes home through the wind
and 2am darkness ,

lost in the hotel hallways : is that our room?, no i said,
but kiss me here anyway

___( i was soo beautiful and young
when naked, we swam in each other__)


___*___*___*

her hair in the wind is a smeared halo

with that dress she's a tulip

her voice is sunday, always sunday


___*___*___*

what beautiful silences we knew

__(and
how loud
what's left __of it)


___*___*___*

how strange the sound:
my own memoryfantasy
how strange the sound.