"Mask of Love."
Mask of love, do you turn to us for peace?
Me, flinching from your stare.
Her, whose face you bear.
Remember how we have climbed the peaks of stress
and stood wearily again and again face
to face across the narrow abyss.
Remember that our very bodies lack peace.
In tiny darknesses, the skin angrily
flames nerve gropes for muscles across the silent abyss.
You have seen our nocturnal suicidal dance.
She, bent on some tiny moat.
I, doubled in laughter, clasping my paunch in grief
for the world and a speck of dust.
Between us, the fuming abyss.
Dumb vapors pour for the mask of love appears reddening
and disappears.