The Pool and the Stick

The clouds have put a distance between the earth and the sun. And the earth sheds leaves in heaps into its lap, far from the sun. I went nowhere and stayed in the courtyard of your garden; just as I was your pool. The clouds have put a distance between the earth and the sun and the earth has grown cold. Don't let me my love! freeze. Don't let the mass of ice split the bones of my body apart. Let your stem come, slowly, slowly, slide, play, in my womb without the freeze, without the freeze ...