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
