in this strange unwalled room
i did not see your face
and if I saw your hands tomorrow
i would not recognise their shape
in this room in no country
this room of no borders and no single book of rules
i heard only your voice
brief and taut and clear
fire and music
love and anger blazing
in this room
i watched from behind the shoulders of many
observing quietly
listening
shy
dazzled by the hot curvaceous light you breathed