s u b j e c t o f a f r a m e

eyes fixed on the frame
that holds your changing photograph
the light delineates
from the venetian blinds
across the curve of your face 

the shadows, 
harvested by the night air
writhing against the wall
tiptoeing over your sheets
underneath the window
that you like to leave cracked,
are the catalysts 
that currently hold our interaction

i extend my hand 
to pull the door closed behind me
but think better of it
glancing through the imaginary glass
of the frame 
that holds your now unaltered photograph
i continue through the hall
to the door...