One of us was scorched by it.

It caused even stone to crack open, repeatedly dust
entered even the sky.

We are an adjustment of the pod’s rupture,
that seizes locally the seed of the sky,

here were we chosen, separately groping asphalts,
so as to seize, innately, the sky.

Oh, i never took your hand without piquancy,
when i said gracefully the said things,
i never said them for the sake of saying.

In the net of this sky our indebtedness soars,
all of it above us, as if pretending,

though in seizing the sky nearest us
we inch forward, we are penetrated by
all the sky waking up as if it were naturally ours.

So i let ache ache in me, so that i do not lose you
from my eyes, let you
penetrate my seeing so gentle so i may seize you
in orbit, as sky.
And if you won’t stay, be not impervious to our we,
if you won’t mix your breath with me, exalting breath . . .
If the perfume of you were to stir up breath
i would exalt, as a foot does,
strangely rising

or a seed, seizing locally the grass of the sky.