Our embrace lasted too long. We loved right down to the bone. I hear the bones grind, I see our two skeletons.
Now I am waiting till you leave, till the clatter of your shoes is heard no more. Now, silence.
Tonight I am going to sleep alone on the bedclothes of purity. Aloneness is the first hygienic measure. Aloneness will enlarge the walls of the room, I will open the window and the large, frosty air will enter, healthy as tragedy. Human thoughts will enter and human concerns, misfortune of others, saintliness of others. They will converse softly and sternly.