I cover everything with a garment 

 

I cover everything with a garment,

even the bones

that crumble within me

in the marrow of seconds and minutes.

My belly spills into the wrinkles of age,

cellulite clings to my limbs,

and the tiny veins sketch a map of grief.

I cover everything with a garment,

in loose trousers and a flowing shirt.

Time strikes me with its long breaths;

on my shore, battered lifeboats.

A woman groans in the corridor,

and my steps shorten toward the pit.

I cover everything with a garment.

This is death, I tell myself,

and you, who watch me day and night—

I need you like a bone in the throat.

You are a rag to wipe away dust,

you choke me,

I have no escape.

I slip away from you,

and you will never save me—

it is I who saves.

Night 

 

In this kingdom

There is no Eden

And there is no serpent

And there is no fruit of the tree of knowledge

And there is no good or evil

Only the divine voice

Rises

Infinite

 

And there is no us

Only bodies

Hollow

Waiting for the night’s ritual

Breasts of the night

 

I will take you with me

To my land, my homeland

The one you loved

The one you did not know

The one that is commandment

Sharpness

Your love

Devotion of soul

That you come to me

As I desire

Without breaks

Land of the desert