WHAT SHE CAN NOT TELL
I wanted
meet each of your vertebrae, all
the pores of your skin,
frizzy hair from your body.
Allow to
all my skin, hands,
ankles, shoulders, breasts,
even my shadow,
They are merged forever
with as being yours
I can not know.
Acunarte in your dream. Denise Levertov, poetry anthology.
bilingual edition the care of Cristina Fernandez Gamez and Bernd Dietz