Your body will betray you
as it has to
when love troubles
We live through
the fixtures of our existence
We watch fragments of ourselves
spiral and flutter
like abandoned leaves
withered underfoot
at the edge of the earth
Always on the outside
feeling only ourselves
seeing only ourselves
in the pleasure of mirrors
I fly into the sun of your body
in your fire
for your fire
I hear the crackling flames
of your inner voice
The ghost of a tree
by the lucent race of a river
you stretch your arms
to gather my soul
you lead me by the hand to walk
the boundaries of emptiness
To where love is untroubled
and where maps
have the face of sacred things
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem