Tender is the night
With alleyways and detours of thought.
One of zig-zags, bright, irregular lines -
a Kandinsky painting set in motion.
Another - an aspen grove with a deer
Walking up a gold-leafed mountain path.
Two bodies -
Much more than a duet, a symphony!
An easel of light and dark tones,
The gutteral tuning of the orchestra,
A bird song,
Amber chrods of jazz...
A bridge -
Its solid back at rest.
A soft fog canopy moving
Against it, is it the wind?
Hush, hush.
Limbs tremble.
The bridge is reaching for its cover.
Two domes of light rise and fall
Above its chest.
The canopy - a blanket of lush desire,
The murmur of tenderness.
The Night - what an architect!
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