Passing through

His eyes are holograms
his body
is barely there
in the darkness
beneath the lintel

passing through,
into the courtyard
where children play
there are
trees fringeing
the lattice work
a pale blue summer sky yearns

the lemon juice
is bitter
before he adds sugared water
it cools her mouth
like a breath
close to the nape.

feelings swim up in her
like silvery fish.

she speaks the word
- desire

he hands her a key.

11.7