1
Your ever-wakeful mouth, I know it
I throw it like a die in a corner,
Like a veil over my shoulder
To survive.
Your ever-wakeful mouth is my good fortune in the library
My nose when it shines
My mouth when there is no escaping it
Without a kiss.
2
Insanity is another side
of my heart.
Distance is an illusion,
The illusion of loneliness and darkness.
3
Your heart is not here
It has been left in a flask on a table
It withdraws like a smile on my face
Your heart is a word.
4
I understand the poem when I read it in your hearing
I love the poem with a woman's breath.
5
Your voice is like a puzzle
I have no position on it
Tender and inviting like a window in the city,
Your voice marks this moment for me,
Announcing a beginning.