To A Neighbour
A poem to the young man across the street.
I open my blind, and you open my eyes, To a world, until now, seen only inside, Before me, a street, a building, a pane, And you, clothed simply, in air and a chain. You hold yourself in your unique yoga pose, Your muscles engaged, your body exposed, If only you’d looked to your right you would see, I don’t try to hide what you’re doing to me, You’ve total control of your body, and mine, I’m feeling the way that I do afte...