There’s a motionless tree

the word bridge.Entering ityou enter yourself:the world connectsand closes like a ring.From one bank to another,there is alwaysa body stretched:a rainbow.I’ll sleep beneath its arches.

In your body I search for the boatadrift in the middle of the night.

But I look up:the stars write.Unknowing I understand:I too am written,and at this very momentsomeone spells me out.

and rise, and I walk blind, my feettrampling the silent stones and the dry leaves.Someone behind me also tramples, stones, leaves:if I slow down, he slows;if I run, he runs I turn : nobody.Everything dark and doorless,only my steps aware of me,I turning and turning among these cornerswhich lead forever to the streetwhere nobody waits…

And IDon’t know where I’ve gone.

by the motion of your eyelashes.I enter you,the truthfulness of the dark.I want proofs of darkness, wantto drink the black wine:take my eyes and crush them.A drop of nighton your breast’s tip:mysteries of the carnation.Closing my eyesI open them inside your eyes.Always awakeon its garnet bed:your wet tongue.There are fountainsin the garden of your veins.With…