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No woman
could make me naked,
could reveal me, enfold me.
This voice comes from a lost corner
Automatically, my shirt-buttons open
my skin trembles
cities built on it crumble
my body fades in a nimbus of dust.
I push away the curtain
hang up the phone
lie down on the floor
people run away in the dust of my body
in underwear, underpants, naked.
My skin cracks
my body throws out antique jars,
women's skeleton buried in me
birthday gifts, letters, photos
the voice seeps in the cracks of my skin
the room's walls are wet
the roof is leaking
the door bell is wet
I open the door
the stairway is wet
Your shoes, your voice is wet.
You open the window
and broom the shards of words
kiss, kiss.
You heal the cracks of my body
you enfold me
my voice rises from a lost corner
in your bosom
I do not shake.
It is night
You are not here
The stars are from dust
my nakedness is dust
all night
my house
darkens
lightens.
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