lucent
the curtain parts
your figure appears from behind
the opaque shades
the familiar pale porcelain skin
aloof blue eyes
the color of an undecided
sky, meet my eyes,
and shut, the eyelids
suspend the barrage
of familiarity, and waver
slightly before your
forehead meets the windowpane
fingers splayed against the window
your lips move
in a silent prayer
before the curtain falls
from your side of the window
and settles, impenetrable
my hand stops short at the smooth glass
fingerprints blur the memory of your face
on the other side of the window
