I open Keyes' book
to seek a poem to translate,
but your images pour
from between its pages,
a double treasure of gifts,
and no longer can I think
of a poem to give metamorphosis
for a change is taking place
in my loins at the sight
of your bared flesh,
and a poem being born
in my mind, body
and spirit responding,
the two halves of existence
united by you.
20.08.2025
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