You know I'm looking at you
you know what I'm thinking
you know you're interested
I am very skillful
you will forget that I am old
unless you want to remember it
unless you want to see
what happens to desire
how free it becomes
how shamelessly involved in love
for every woman
                     and her stockings.
When desire rests,
it is signaled by two people
faraway on a green blanket
(or is it the flowers of moss);
two people waving from a distance
stretched out like things
                                    that have to dry
with tender smiles on their
                                    little round faces;
waving at desire
as it rests in the foreground
foothill-shaped, peaceful,
devoted as a dog made of tears.