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.
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.
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.
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.