Always For The First Time

Always for the first

Hardly do I know you by

You return at some hour of the night to a house at an angle to my windowA wholly imaginary

It is there that from one second to the

In the inviolate darknessI anticipate once more the fascinating rift

The one and only

In the facade and in my

The closer I come to

In

The more the key sings at the door of the unknown

Where you appear alone before

At first you coalesce entirely with the

The elusive angle of a

It's a field of jasmine I gazed upon at dawn on a road in the vicinity of

With the diagonal slant of its girls

Behind them the dark falling wing of the plants stripped

Before them a T-square of dazzling

The curtain invisibly

In a frenzy all the flowers swarm back

It is you at grips with that too long hour never dim enough until

You as though you could

The same except that I shall perhaps never meet

You pretend not to know I am watching

Marvelously I am no longer sure you

You idleness brings tears to my eyesA swarm of interpretations surrounds each of your

It's a honeydew

There are rocking chairs on a deck there are branches that may well scratch you in the

There are in a shop window in the rue

Two lovely crossed legs caught in long

Flaring out in the center of a great white

There is a silken ladder rolled out over the

There

By my leaning over the

Of your presence and your absence in hopeless

My finding the

Of loving

Always for the first time