"The Fear of Love."
That body, lying beside me like obedient stone.
Once, its eyes seemed to be opening.
We could have spoken.
At that time, it was winter already.
By day, the sun rose in its helmet of fire,
and at night also, mirrored in the moon.
Its light passed over us freely,
as though we had lain down in order
to leave no shadows, only these two shallow dents in the snow.
And the past, has always stretched before us,
still complex, impenetrable.
How long did we lie there as, arm-in-arm
in their cloaks of feathers, the gods
walked down from the mountain we built for them?