You make tea
I take a bath
The tea is strong
It holds back it holds back it holds
There may be something
wrong Will making tea
hold it I open
a book
We make love
I wash my hair
I am injured by small
gestures, you pour
the water
I arrange the pillows
I open a window
I follow your eyes too closely
We make love
I open a book
Open a window
You carry something
through the door
The flowers are drying
on the window sill
I ask you to be home
by two
You ruffle the hair
at the back
of my neck
I open a book
I take a bath
The window
You are not falling
I am not bleeding
The mirror
Turn off the light
I can't sleep
The flowers are
The window is
I open
Move the candle
away from the curtain
I am afraid of