I've gone out to perfume my body
with someone who's waiting for me. I've shaved well:
my jaw is terrain of kissing.
I'm the bull's-eye
rushing to the dart,
blue-tile water in the pool
to the swimmer who's dived from the board.

If I was a plane now and crashed,
you would be blinded, on opening my black box,
by so much light.

Translated by Julie Wark