SLOWING

I slow down.
Stars continue to flow.
At the end of the room, a door,
through the eyepiece, your face,
through the keyhole, your belly button.
You are sexy.

I slow down even more,
my hand lingers on the handle,
it doesn’t open.

The taps of your high heels fade.
At the top of a head, eyes. 
In eyes, a room.
You course on.

At the end of the room, no door.
At the end of the room, a wall.

מֵאֵט

מֵאֵט