The Hole on the Roof

I am afraid to peep at the ceiling
Because there I’ll see
The hole on the roof.

The hole on the roof
Pretends to be a rectangle.

The hole on the roof
Transforms into a ventilation
Shaft
When eyes see it.

The hole on the roof moves
At night, creeps
In the dark, not to be seen
By light, by day
By humans nocturnal
And their gaping, dilating eyes.

The hole on the roof
Holds the secrets of the home,

The hole on the roof
Has seen many a bliss,
Many erotic wonders
The movies, fiction, art
can’t provide.
Many blood drops
Have tumbled from
The hole on the roof
For

The hole on the roof
Is alive, it keeps
On spying, guarding its
Treasure of whispers and sights
Until you set the barricades in and

The hole on the roof
No more.