My eyes goldened.
You are mirrored in the surface
of my internal organs.
It was night, and in a circle of light, I was nothing
except desire for you –
desire between my legs, desire between my arms, desire between my eyes.
Nothing else was there in the night.
It hurt as sunrise, it was as clear as dark.
It was our absolute, transient fate.
My shoulder is muscular, bones like ones of a hero
bathing at Thermopylae.
The water is smoking,
ruin is fading away before my femininity.
Night fell in the port.
The ships were breathing not far from one another.
It was the great place of their coming together,
the great place of their going apart.
I see you in the lucent hills,
in the motley goats on the road.
You are love, you I see.
In the beginning of the day, the Lord chose a colour for the sea,
The high seas were sending golden waves,
and they were overturning their destiny
before my very eyes.