i want to paint you long poems full of fire,
you who i do not know.
now my mind is tested with love which
twists and wavers from side to side and which
some day soon you may see…
i want you to cascade
through ten thousand rainbows with me
and dredge mountains from the sea:
you who i now begin to know.
but emotion is pent up inside,
too scared of dying again to live
and meanwhile i must endure your
red-copper hair screaming like a water-baby.
black eyes stare from my ceiling…
you who i now truly know.
now i cannot see too clearly
and already my trellis stands bare.
how can i break free of these overclinging arms
which entwine and enfold me
and reach to the clear blue sea?
i want you to know, but how can i tell you?
i want you to see but my own eyes are blind.
the octopus now enfolds me,
i know you too well…