So I held her closely
Her music was a whisper of perfume, pervasive,
Wondrous, like shadows dancing on a wall
In time, in space, to the beat, to the scales of a piano
These hallucinations I took with me when I left,
Those she took with her.
I used to think my life was a vast tabletop of dessert
But now it is just circular, repetitive and turning -
A desert I am passing thirty-three times a minute
There's a thin line of foothills
Unspooling from the center
All beating things are lost like
A diamond in Winter
And no one is dancing
Always she has been a foam of sine waves
Nothing angular or otherwise incongruous
Like a perfect sea of pearls, languid, a soft
Virginal coalescence of rounding
I must be a casual observer -
Give no indication that I am about to fall
While I am trying haplessly to enter
The radii of her moving shadow-wall
Where all the stark things fade
We, when our
Two velocities impinged on a plane
Intimately intersected, a brief chorus,
Like a slowly swinging lamp
Light and dark and light and dark
Were profiles in contrast, despite
My despairing refraction and lament.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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