Rain

from the background
gentle whispers of rain
while from the window
he stares quiet again.

ten thousand fiery
caresses by tongues
become memory flashes
for this pensive one.

he remember as if
he were again eight,
alone in a closet,
trapped there afraid.

this memory he handles
like fine frail jade,
this memory he handles
until finally it fades.

from the background
gentle whispers of rain
while in the window
his stare fixed remains.