20 fevereiro 2008

Howard Moss




Rules of sleep

In the sludge drawer of animals in arms,
where the legs entwine to keep the body warm,
against the winter night, some cold seeps through -
it is the future: say, a square of stars
in the windowpane, suggesting the abstract
and large, or a sudden shift in position
that lets one body know the other's free to move
an inch away, and then a thousand miles,
and, after that, even intimacy
is only another form of separation.

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