through my window

The catch
the fall
the quiet whisper
stark July heat burning through the window
early evening breeze
teasing at the sheet
I've wrapped around my naked skin

Am I
waiting for a step on the stair
a knock on the door
I pace
and stare
out the window
across the street
silently longing
for night to fall
as darkness comforts me.

Music from some distant street performer
wanders through my window
with another breath of dry heat
I lazily wander over
relax against the windowsill
let the sheet fall off my
bare shoulders
must be some way to escape
the heat of this day...

I let my eyes trail down
to the street below
let my gaze search for a face I know
what I hope for I cannot say
although the desire is so fresh and present
I can almost taste it.

Smoke curls in distinctive designs
from incense burning on the mantle
the music picks up
as the breeze cools
and carries the wayward tune
beyond the window and into my room

This is one of those moments
that I could stay in
live in
play in
for a while longer
as I glance into the sky
longing for cover of night
quietly wondering why
I am always
always longing for something
when this moment is as perfect as any
could ever be.


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