Femina 4

Music
piano
swiftly fine
fingers
on the keys
in black-
hands.

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Come closer
and brake up
the glass
of the window.
traces
in winter path,
small footmarks
across the street,
through the
house
up to the
trash
container.

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I see you,
I don`t know
how you look like,
how you sound,
how you laugh
how you take off
your clothes,
how you sneeze
how you think-
why I`m seeing you?