i

when you share with me
then, i´ll share with yourself-
lily looks perplexed..

(am i suddenly speaking
in tongues..)
she nods and nods-

waiting for more..
the window the garden
the door..

ii

she traipses out
examines the dew
on a web

i watch her-
capricho arabe by
tarrega-

the breeze swings
a sun shines
her pretty head..

i can´t eat sincerity
but you look fine in
your red-beret..
you´ll share with me

that which is mine-
i have this generosity
all my life-
the cellulose covers

the razor blade..
blos-it tickles really!
this is your way...
we can laugh..