At the window waits the maiden
To blossom at the sight of her watchman
Days from now he will pluck the flower
To place her on his own window sill
To make her the angel of his own sweet will
In the most intimate zones
He will create out of her the unique flower
Of a legendary love affair
A flower that only for himself
Blossoms under the warm rays of the sun
With or without any fragrance
On a hot tin roof with a cat's love alert...
Ayten Suvak
