Les É ventails, Portraits of Passion

The shadows of birds fading on a fighter’s back The undressing of words on an unstamped postcard The wet swings in the distant park The jealousy of raindrops on the umbrella of lovers The laughter of a boy before a bird The song of two flutes, two swords, two bracelets, two fingers The stare of a wave before a pearl The yearning between the legs of a farmer’s wife The opening of doors             closing midday The sudden howling of our muse—and les éventails—disturbing the guest inside of us