{random poetry #34}

[ rent ]

if you want my apartment, sleep in it
but let's have a clear understanding:
the books are still free agents.

if the rocking chair's arms surround you
they can also let you go,
they can shape the air like a body.

i don't want your rent, i want
a radiance of attention
like the candle's flame when we eat,

i mean a kind of awe
attending the spaces between us.

not a roof but a field of stars.

Cooper, J.