to leave our wound,
Ah our love is a harsh cord
my love, why?
and if we want
a body just like those that have slipped
beneath your skin, beneath your eyes,
without air, without sound, without substance!
to drain our blood and burn together.
Whats wrong with you? I look at you
to separate,
lost among a thousand mouths that I have kissed, more beautiful,
beneath your double breast scarcely
nothing,
it makes a new knot for us and condemns us
that binds us wounding us
that does not know why it flows singing.
that dig, without cease, beneath the earth:
whats happening to us?
and I find nothing in you but two eyes
raised
depth for my arms
like a wheat-colored jar
Whats wrong with you, with us,