Keyhole

A door 
to which your squint-
                   eye came as if called

You learned
        opulence of afternoons 

Rain against windowglass
                   could not diminish

Light a veil
          eyeleted with rare laughter

When you cross
your legs under the table
                     in your mind's eye you see

the hourglass 
room where bodies
                      swung toward each other