He dances in the smoke off
the white tubes
His body caressing, nonchalantly undulating
Long invisible line attached to me
So many arrows of light in his quiver
Written in gold at the back
of my retina
Alone in the middle of my eyes, she's still caressing
To exist for a fraction
of a second through an eye
To lie down there at last, as in a coffin
To know at last that what he sees is not
Yet the eye testifies that I am there
Tomorrow is but the sequel
of yesterday
The evening images vanish with the winter
She is the only one to be
seen in the ranks
Written in gold at the back of my retina
Alone in the middle of my eyes, she's still caressing
Long invisible line attached to me
So many arrows of light in his quiver