If the Rain in Warsaw Sounds Like This      From a secret they shaped   A room in London—   A breath of space   Lit by a single candle’s hush.     Out there the war was cold,   Close to freezing.   But they were warm within.     Stillness gathered.   They listened to icy rain   Softly striking stone—   Each drop a touch,   A covert word   Only they understood.     It was a fragile pact:   Two selves from opposing worlds,   Folded into one,   Briefly, tenderly.     Then a man

Deliquescent Bodies (Love Parade) I hope for night; it comes; it is here; it comes with rain & river, & the lights are electric. I...

There were two of us this morning   And there are two of us this evening,  And we go on because love is two,   Two people, the two of us...

in your eyes, the sun is dazzling white, the wind shifts your scarf, blows through the gaps of your coat. for me, nothing shines or moves...