LOUNGE
A cloak
of female down
a hint charming
and hairs of rain
Her sleeves
have hands
swell white the night
on hollow cheeks
Hearth-fire piano music
champagne and cigars
deposit of days
and ladies' legs
Are they
black lined eyes
sucking glances
and dreaming lips
I wallow
in flashing light
prickles the air
my tingling
Oyster
if only I were
oyster.
© Tjitse
Hofman, 2001
© translation
Willem Groenewegen, 2001