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after Reverdy

To evade the lurking reef

that shadows me

that awaits the definitive step

to avoid ever turning again

over the love-slope deathlessly falling away

the love detaching itself from your guts

those free-verse unreasoning looks

and that portrait of you I would like to retouch

you tender-savage quick one in ardour’s shadow

that look dissolving itself in the envious night

that look spitting tongues of jealous fire

in the evening dress that mantles the earth

at the moment when you go forth

far gone in despair

I will have buried my face in ice

the heart spiked by a thousand memorial fires

the reef of the future and death behind

and your smile too shallow

a moat

between us

words free

and the gestures withheld

of the winged hands extended in open sesame

until in the close weft dimly appears

the unheard-of wound whose salve I would be