Oh they're touching

They're touching each other

They're feeling

They push and move

And love each other, love each other

They fit together like two hands...



I am a face

in the painting on the wall

I pose and shudder

And watch from the foot of the bed

Sometimes I think I can

Feel everything...



The wind is blowing

My hair in their direction

The wind is bending my hair

There are no windows in the painting

No open windows, no open windows, no