I will give the reasons
for my love, for my despair
I will live in the room
of my body and tell you
why I love the landscape
I will put my hand
on the sunbeam and with my fingers
unravel the rainbow I will take the wind into my arms
and listen to the shell of the night
with your body I will
describe mine and in your eyes
as in a prism I will see the world
decrypted – a secret corner behind which
stairs lead endlessly to black cellars
I will say that my body
is a tower, that my hands
walk at night and that my head
has been calibrated so that all I see of the world
is my friends: you and another.
(Translated by Emma Rault)