Open Window, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Open WindowGirl reading a Letter at an Open Window, Johannes Vermeer, (c 1657)

Open Window

As thy shall read my words of love to thee
Stand before the open window so that
The sun across thy beauty I may see
Rather than memory pain may distract.

Desire to be so close, can hear thee breathe,
Hand upon thy breast, I can feel thy heart.
Not within touch of thee soon, I will seethe.
See you not in thy window, where thou art?

Having had thy secured forbidden fruit,
Shames me not, but desires more of thee.
Forever to make music with thy lute,
As together this prison we will flee.

Take what thou may require, but do thee haste,
For our departure known, we will be chased.

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Husband, Father, Grandfather, Lover of all beautiful things. I love to read and write poetry. My favorite hangouts are libraries and museums and yet I love being outdoors. I am a dreamer of things that could be.

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