I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close.
Invade me with your hot mouth; interrogate me with your night-eyes, if you want — only let me steer like a ship through your name; let me rest there.
By night, Love, tie your heart to mine, and the two together in their sleep will defeat the darkness.
Then love knew it was called love. And when I lifted my eyes to your name, suddenly your heart showed me my way.
So I wait for you like a lonely house till you will see me again and live in me. Till then my windows ache.
I got lost in the night, without the light of your eyelids, and when the night surrounded me I was born again: I was the owner of my own darkness.
I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair. Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets. Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps.
Ah, love is a voyage with water and a star, in drowning air and squalls of precipitate bran; love is a war of lights in the lightning flashes, two bodies blasted in a single burst of honey.
Only do not forget, if I wake up crying it’s only because in my dreams I’m a lost child hunting through the leaves of the night for your hands.