the baroness thinks...

...this long straight line
Reminding of Degas' balerinas,
The razor sharp edge
That cuts my heart every morning
And heals it at the same time...

The baroness thinks "he is still asleep",
While I am floating in the murky waters of awakening,
Looking at her wide dusky shoulders,
Imagining how the rays and smiles of morning
Smooth out a few wrinkles
On the shamelessly adolescent face.