For Luis, calle madera, Madrid. August 25th 2007.

For Luis, calle madera, Madrid. August 25th 2007.

Snoozing on an august afternoon
I take a peek at you to see if you are awake
You open your eyes
and we smile

I cast my gaze down your body
the perfect contours
catch my eye
and awaken my desire

I cant sleep, so I get up
Leaving you rest in peace
Away from my nervous presence
like that of an attention grabbing child

A gust of wind blows the washing
I hung this afternoon on the balcony
A storm looms
And thunder roars in the distance

Sounds of televisions,
of slamming doors in the wind,
Cars beeping impatiently
and the hurried steps of a passer by

There is a tension in the air
A stillness, a longing
Like the feeling of waiting
The calm before the storm

You snooze, I go back and look at you
You are beautiful
Lying there
I go to the window

The antennas shiver on the neighbors rooftops
Im hoping the signal is being interfered
Who would be watching TV now?
When its such a simple pleasure, waiting for the rain.