Twilight curves
through shy blinds
like a slow smile
our eyes reflecting twilight
with dark glow
of Courbet’s portraits
as the corner stereo
softly flows
with Ella Sings Gershwin
her velvet voice
covering the room
and us
as we hold one another
bodies glistening twilight
our whispersong
lisping lyrics
how long has this been going on
Roger Armbrust
