deep sigh from deep within
entwined with the breath of the night
cascading invisibly
through my open window,
giving life to the curtains,
shadows --

shadows and night breeze
skimming, soothing, teasing
me
and half asleep
in my drunken stupor,
I dream that it's you
your face
your hands

and not a soft --
lonely --

summer wind...

kansas city, summer 1995