I desire your well being
for the reasons that

your palms may bestow
the unknowable depth for the good.

And if I continue any longer
I'll take leave of all my
senses.

Your world is coming apart
By design,
structure
Remember you agreed?

Did you really think you could preserve
The comfort of your outgrown shell?

How many degrees
of confusion
can you bear in your mirror world?

I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way

than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.