Curled Smoke

darkness blankets
the alley outside,
one earthen bowl
of bananas
dozes inside,
six curved yellow sleepers
spoon on the table
and join at the tip,
face and retrace
my soft lidded
eyes,
piano-playing
like curled smoke
in the cave of
the next room
captures may mind,

you nap
on the stub
of a sofa,
whisper a sigh…..