sábado, 21 de febrero de 2009
For you H.
You wonder how it is:
This is the sea, then, this great abeyance.
A gift, a love gift,
utterly unasked for
by the sky.
The blood flood is the flood of love.
My eyes, my lips, my sex.. touching and melting.
I do not flinch, we are untying our disguises.
No limits, a boundless pleasure.
It works, there is nothing wrong with it.
I think I am going up, I think I may rise.
I am flushed and warm.
I am stupidly happy,
like the cat I have nine times to die.
Though for years I have eaten the dust,
now I have my honey, a particular source of sweetness.
How instructive is this!
Dazzling and grateful.
It is a blessing.
(words of Sylvia Plath and me)