In love are we made visible
As in a magic bath
are unpeeled
to the sharp pit
so long concealed
With love's alertness
we recognize
the soundless whimper
of the soul
behind the eyes
A shaft opens
and the timid thing
at least leaps to surface
with full-spread wing
The fingertips of love discover
more than the body's smoothness
They uncover a hidden conduit
for the tranfusion
of empathies that circumvent
the mind's intrusion
In love we are set free
Objective bone
and flesh no longer insulate us
to ourselves alone
We are released
and flow into each other's cup
Our two frail vials pierced
drink each other up
1 comment:
Amazing that the poet's first language was Swedish. Can you imagine being able to communicate that well in a second language? this made me think...
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