That like a daisy opens its petals to the sun
So do you
Open your face to me as I turn the page.
Between going and staying
the day wavers,
in love with its own transparency.
The circular afternoon is now a bay
Listen to me as one listens to the rain,
not attentive, not distracted,
light footsteps, thin drizzle,
Here is a long and silent street.
I walk in blackness and I stumble and fall
and rise, and I walk blind, my feet
I am a man: little do I last
and the night is enormous.
But I look up:
Your hair is lost in the forest,
your feet touching mine.
Asleep you are bigger than the night,
but your dream fits within this room.
Between now and now,
between I am and you are,
the word bridge.
No center, no above, no below
Ceaselessly devouring and engendering itself
Open the curtains of your being
Clothe you in a further nudity
Uncover the bodies of your body