an open window

looking at the empty hall
on the open window i saw
my face

next to your smile
and for a short while
all was motionless.

there was no sound;
no one else was around
inside the big house,

only old memories
and the gentle tease
of cooking odors from below

where fresh black coffee
and green tea
would wait for us.

the onion and eggs
arms and legs:
we were both stirred.