if i ever possessed a meaning, i gave it
all to this shattered sea swept by half moons.
here are all the dark fireworks; the lower tones
of lovemaking; the moaning shrubs beneath
our feet like how the car kept humming though
the engine was off.

in a bed of herbs and geranium i could speak of
only one regret. to have read elytis all too late.
he alone taught me how transparent love can be
like a glazed fruit or a silk handkerchief in the wind
how else could i have known it? the perfect egoism -
that flesh is heir to.

how beautiful o fuck how beautiful
the night has become.