Do you see fingers through the dark Poem by Brane Mozetič

Do you see fingers through the dark
do you feel how they stick to your
skin, how they shiver with untamed
intensity, the power that draws them deeper

when I press my lips to yours
press myself close to you with all my strength
do you see, through the dark, this surrender
its calm its mindfulness, a field after rain

and why do you flinch if I go somewhere else
if, worn thin by the night, I come back to you
is it death you see through the dark

no, I will not bring back death
you and I have long nourished it within us
we've both let it grow like a blossom in the field.

Translation: 2002, Mia Dintinjana and Phillis Levin