The Light Unheld  

—the sentinel of the window pane  

Night breathes, sigh—just a pane, cold

I’m mute, uncontrolled

darkness I press

her wren’s nest?

Her shadow opens—the wall—art

of hands and heart

light, follow—lead

desire cry—plead.

Fold I cannot caress—sighs

her warm thighs

I'm mere cold glass

I hear her—gasp.