YOUR NAKED BODY - WHERE YOU LIE

Your naked body is the constellation of a sky

I will never see,

the fruit of the ocean and the moon

than my shipwrecked hands

will never seize,

the earth of continents

whose harvest I will never taste.

Yet I know

that where you lie,

naked,

there are not and

will never be

days, or nights,

but only the caress of your skin,

eternal,

like the eye of the storm,

like the calm before dawn,

like ebb in the dead of night.

Your naked body,

fruit of snowstorm

and the sun,

an island of tempests

that the magus’s veil

enshrouds.