Wann

when we were lovers time stood still over that old barn facing the diner sign that seemed to record my echo above the whispering hushes that borrowed time amidst the faint sound of a coo coo clock awaiting the maids to carry the milk over the full grown men sewing wood beneath dancing clogs upon red cobblestone I was quite taken by the hidden telly covered in colorful leaves craving my nakedness over looking Russian tanks tucked away in Kremlin arms