Pupa to its Plant
Let the stillness pass
and I will show you how I am going to light up
this dull winter sky
underneath which you and I
make love to each other, ceaselessly,
and wait for the moment of truth
manifesting itself in beauty, endlessly;
let me burst open
the temporary reality
of this hard shell
and you will see how
our pain and penance
brings the heaven down to the earth
as calmly as the unfolding of a leaf;
let the reluctant sun
with his lecherous face
hidden in the bosoms of helpless clouds
watch us make love:
I devouring
your succulent tenderness
and you feeding me
your own green self;
and let every speck of dust
witness
my unfurling beauty
as I explode in colours
when at last
to you
I bid adieu.