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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

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