Deep Kiss

Deep myrrh-scented kiss, deep with the tongue, suffused with the musky perfume of the wine of love: I'm reeling with intoxication, languid to the point of numbness, yet with a mind so roused an eye flies open in every cell. And you! Sucking my breath, my life, from its deepest, most ancient abode. Kiss. Wet, warm, dark. Pitch black! Like a moonless night, when rain comes flooding in. A glint of runaway time fleeing in the wilderness of my soul seems to be drawing closer. I sway across a shadowy bridge. It's about to end, I think, somewhere ahead, there is light. Translated by Patricia L. Sharpe