Five Points Testo

Testo Five Points

Love me, say what you mean to me,
say what I mean to you.
You left me some things to read;
I hold them like drying letters.
Three lights shine across the room:
the fire inside the wall,
the lamp in the southeast corner,
the fixture above the door.

Your hands, your feet, your hands.
Your side, your side, your side.
Your body low, hung high for me