In the Dark

(1) The scent of night-scented stock from the curtain of the petal comes out dances naked winds around the vague furniture and the skein of hidden wishes in sleep... (2) You take my hand. My fingers grow calm in your hand and I grow calm with the rhythm of your heart: – the calm of a boat on a stormless sea – in the moonlight of your embrace... (3) A river trembles shines and pours down into the valley... (4) The particles of the bed's wood, the bricks of the room's wall, the windows, and the stars behind the cloud winking bear witness. – with approving silence – witness to the union of my body with your lips in all the dreams... (5) The smell of early morning comes and the sound of a broom in the empty air, sweeping away the rubbish of darkness the streets have been sprinkled with water; the trilling of the nightingales very soon will soar: after the night's sleep... My sentence is finished put a full stop at the end, on the line of my lips: a kiss...