At my window I look
into the grey blue
gloom of dreariness.
I see the clouds in
their misty convulsions,
devouring each other
like Dante's holy spirits.
I want to be the raven
and caress the feathery
cloudtips.
Dark gray on gray
against blue.
I'm lost in your memory
your smell
your brown arm on denim.
The void with space and
no time.
Our breath moving
in the corners of the
room.


