Dormer Window, by Grant Geary

Window, by Megha Patel

Leaping into the night between us,

Through the pane which falls in crystal crescendo,

My gaze now clutches at your sill

To see the dance of shadows on your blinds,

His shape and yours compress and twine

Injured, and too weak to hold,

Its talons rip the bricks, and spinning,

Falls to the silent pavement,

Catching rain in an open mouth

Somewhere behind me a guest is speaking

But the bitter mind works strange deft magic,

Twisting her voice to the one it knew

When my gaze had no cause to leap from windows,

Too transfixed was it on you

-Grant Geary