Where I Become You
When your skin screamed my bones caught fire.
Hugo Claus
1.
you come to win me over
at the other end of the world
I hear your call
shivering night blue and blindly
bound by radiant bones
with you my head bitingly cold
unwillingly hairgrown
scentgirded
you begin to unfasten the I from the self
the inviolable once
you let loose in many
separating-laying-side-by-side
loosening one piece from another
so that the bonds seem incessantly to unfold
in the unbearably co-writing
breath of unsundered roses
to dis-
mantle
the I
from the also-I
the you
from the almost-
you-in-me
listen, you say, how un-
fathomably it grieves,
the profoundness of love
