almost

give me a white room
a bachelor's room

an old window
with old heavy glass
lets the air in
far-off crickets
the natural dust
of books in their places

to be cold only in summer
at night high up in the forest.
let the darkness be a cloak
I can take off in the morning---
and all before daybreak
we touch, covered and blind
eyes rolled back and in
we all need lids

so give me a white room.
let me count the days,
the sun sinking and rising
tracing the white walls with
warmth, just grazing it