Deathless

Still you pass — in the crystal of my tear — through the fence of my black lashes. And you kiss, you kiss my cheeks, the corners of my trembling lips pressed hard together in the dark. You kiss, you kiss my chin, the choking knot in my throat. And you join, beneath my nightgown — beneath the lemon-yellow muslin — my fevered body. You join me in the crystal of my tear, kissing my skin, and then in the farthest, coldest chamber of my heart you make sprout the seed of the sun of a galaxy full of light. Still every morning to the song of a thousand nightingales passing through the barrier of glass I rise flying in the dance of a waterfall of lemon light spilling over my face, and I see, I see clearly that place, with all its monstrous borders, could not take you from me, far away...