lovers

Lovers

       

I changed her bedroom:

raised the ceiling four feet,

removed all of her things

(and the clutter of her life)

painted the walls white,

placed a fantastic calm
    in the room,

a silence that almost had a scent,

put her in a low brass bed

with white satin covers,

and I stood there in the doorway

watching her sleep, curled up,

with her face turned away
    from me.


** Richardas Brautigano