(Dearest)
How do we converge. The night makes many bodies
and there is just one. I count you like the sheep,
the room is filled with shadows and other names than yours.
How do I kiss you to a vivid body inside me.
What do I call you, fair stranger asleep beside me.
Don't let me lie, empty in so many guises.
I have dressed you up with toys and summers, torsos
and mouths, the carnival of thighs just reels on past.
I shall not rest till I unmask you.
I shan't unmask you till I rest.
The walls are dark inside as in love's depths.
And sleeping everywhere, a watchful, staring cold, always.

Translation: Willem Groenewegen