Lizard (Valentine's Day Massacre)

by Nora Nadjarian


I enter your room

late at night through the window,

like a lizard —


nestle in the warmest crevices

of your body, totally still,

kiss the rich, strange smell of your sweat.


Midsummer, midnight.

The world has no corners tonight.

I travel over your body with small feet,

reach your heart. It beats beneath me,

drums against my pulse.


I shed tiny tears onto your skin.

You sigh in your sleep.

You whisper a name.


That was all I wanted to know.


I leave as quietly as I entered,

from your body onto the wall;

reach the window sill —


and freefall

into the suspended night.



© Nora Nadjarian