Now that we have shared the most intimate union
the body allows, can we go further?
Now that we have offered each other
neck and shoulder, lips and hands,
and the fragrance of warm skin,
can we lay ourselves open to the mist
and the twilight where our feelings end?
Can we invite the cold that rolls
in from the sea after so much desire?
Now that the waves have thrown
us back on the sand, what must we do
to find the sun’s heat
in the moon’s reflection
and the justification of discourse
in the cry of the gulls?
Now that we have exhausted
the flames that licked at our throats
and set fire to our thoughts,
can we recover from the shipwreck
of our pleasure and find in the freezing waters
a calm, warm present in the depths of the sea?
This poem is part of a collection called ‘Divan.’