Tomorrow Triumphant

MY DESIRE FOR YOU
My desire
for you
could be called
a fiery colt
because it leaps from my eyes
into your body’s countryside.
It gallops over you restlessly
for minutes, hours, whole
centuries.
With its hooves it goes stamping
through the foam of your soul
so that you’ll know it’s there.
But don’t believe it
wild
if it prances across your chest
or stops and rears up
at your breasts’
waterfall,
from where your body
is flowing into the world
into the sea of my hands.
Look how gentle
its steps is
and the mist of its gait
as it passes over your belly,
trembling.
See it also at night,
resting its mane
on your thighs
and raising its eyes
to the moon,
which softly strokes
its sonorous hair.
Hear it galloping
over you,
without over knowing
whether you know it
and love it,
so that its epic
won’t go up in smoke. .

My desire for you
my love,
strides
through fire.

  • trans. by Stephen Kessler