Our embrace lasted too long. <br />We loved right down to the bone. <br />I hear the bones grind, I see <br />our two skeletons. <br /> <br />Now I am waiting <br />till you leave, till <br />the clatter of your shoes <br />is heard no more. Now, silence. <br /> <br />Tonight I am going to sleep alone <br />on the bedclothes of purity. <br />Aloneness <br />is the first hygienic measure. <br />Aloneness <br />will enlarge the walls of the room, <br />I will open the window <br />and the large, frosty air will enter, <br />healthy as tragedy. <br />Human thoughts will enter <br />and human concerns, <br />misfortune of others, saintliness of others. <br />They will converse softly and sternly. <br /> <br />Do not come anymore. <br />I am an animal <br />very rarely.<br /><br />Anna Swirszczynska<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-ll-open-the-window/
