FRUITS OF LIGHT Poem by Makoto Ooka

The hemispheres of your chest
rest on my hands far off on a distant sea

So heavy these fruits made of light!
A thorn, you pierce the lining
of my insides slip within

Distance makes you
overflow inside me
Absence makes you
come to live in my heart

Deep at night you became
eighty four thousand stars
pierced my dreams passed through me

And I watched through the cracked glass
as the eighty four thousand stars
shot through you, scattered, and flew in bits across the sky