FELIX

it's black stockings and wide eyes behind that unrulely lock of hair
and every act of consideration old old power it goes unrecognised but to those who know how to crack the code of the widow those who know how to crack the code of the widow those who know how to crack the code of the widow can call up to her from the street and witness her dance she dances old old power
it's black stockings even under the unforginving heat of greek summer sun this is old old power when she was a girl she was taught eight versions of the dance from eight nations this is old old power those who know how to crack the code of the widow can call up to her from the street and witness her dance and wide eyes behind that unrulely lock of hair every afternoon during the resting hours she commits these dances to memory with the movements of her hips and marks her marrow with her joy with none but a cat to offer blinking witness and to nod his approval of events as they unfold this is old old power summer sun from eight nations how to crack the code of the widow those who know how