THE CITY OF MEN

Have you ever seen through the filthy windows of his rooms?

You constantly try to glance inside
Pay a visit to him
Without knocking
Without surpassing the doorstep
Without being asked in

Have you ever looked through the keyhole into his household?

You can see only narrow space
Without any peculiar features
That you could define it by
You remain aware of walls presence
And something even more finite
Like kiss goodnight
Like night itself
Love...

Have you ever touched his wanton hands?
Have you tried to feel them
To bestow them with obtrusive warmth
Like a glove

You want to dwell his eyes
Without being noticed
You want to be so obvious that never mentioned
You want to get inside
And stay
Like an inmate

Have you ever seen through the filthy windows of his eyes?