You
Love and live
And leave
The land of fetters
And dive into
The ocean of freedom
Every time I am selflessly you:
With you I swim
The dark sea that swells up
Every moment within
Our four walls,
I have seen his rough tides
Prostrating in your presence:
Simply because you always choose
To be an oar chiseling
The direction of our canoe,
Our own canoe for hours
You kiss my sweat away and my moan
You receive with smile and a purse
Of pure pearls is handed to us
To heal up our sick-shells.
Life is a sentence, and you:
A joint that breaks to enrich its content
With meaning and to remove
The burden of its ambiguous groan:
With you love is always
A sincere attempt at
Liberation:
I always feel beneath the flesh
The black soft feathers of
A host of cuckoos coming
Out of their prison-pores of flesh
To sing their song
In silence.
