She gets up on the wrong side and

late /midday /noon calmly  lust

In the blur window box /with  frost  

that rimes the glass /Wrote with icy fingers /

With meager letters /   ‘love you’  You/

And with a sun / for filling the frame

She paints over and over

The room just a light lamp /

To be in  the safety of four walls /

Images pierce / bricks with cement /

They arrive at that/ tender / and ' surprisingly /

Her world of / and his world /akin to a kiss

Body with body / and  breath tickling  nostrils

Out all gray and rainy / with mixed scents /

Approaching the time of the  morning star /

and  she / the city  her  own

©MARIA PANOUTSOU