For S

(I)

You're an image that races towards my heart

Through the fists of my pupils

Down the dark corridors of my veins

There must have been a door ajar

That you now live inside of me


I am a child asleep in the dark

A raindrop that gestates in silence

Born of a union of the earth and sky

I wait until the milky sphere of the moon

Is dissolved in a crystal sea of blue


In this mysterious land, words seldom rain

You find a mirror gazing back at you

And just before you turn your head in despair

The bloom of my lips

Entices the languid butterflies of your eyes


You are to me life anew

Granted with a kiss to the forehead

by an unknown Healer

In search of whom day after day

I make my way across the land


And you are to me a dove

That has travelled far and needs to rest

And entrusts the sacred ark of her body

To my heavy hands

Where she makes her nest


(II)

My desire says what I cannot express

My body is my tongue

That seeks you

And whispers to you

With movements of my sinewy flesh


My love

I want to worship the skin of your chest

And I want to lose the boats of my hands

To the stormy waves of your body

Before I too am lost


And when I make love to you

My each fluid movement is a word

That drips at first, and then

Rushes like a maddened river in a gorge

Before it dives into the dark