translation by Michael Thomas Taren
I glide and love you, up to your
toes. I’ll eat you and kill you.
I see green windows. I ironed
moths. I restore graves
to life. Your tongue, with the snow.
In cascade. Look, the eyes are
mantras. You’re sculpture
in the lake, I can swim butterfly
stroke and set a record.
You wind around me. You wind
around you. The rain falls, too,
and I see the sun. And even when
the sun shines, I see the sun.