Do you see fingers through the dark
do you feel how they stick to your
skin, how they shiver with untamed
intensity, the power that draws them deeper

when I press my lips to yours
press myself close to you with all my strength
do you see, through the dark, this surrender
its calm its mindfulness, a field after rain

and why do you flinch if I go somewhere else
if, worn thin by the night, I come back to you
is it death you see through the dark

no, I will not bring back death
you and I have long nourished it within us
we've both let it grow like a blossom in the field.

Translation: 2002, Mia Dintinjana and Phillis Levin