I loved the feel of your mouth against mine.
I loved the sight of your body next to me.
I said to you while you slept,
“Look what God has made.”
My eyes grew ten thousand lids in my sleep.
When the sun came up I opened them all all morning
onto the sight of you.
I was both myself and a host of witnesses.
I thought, What would I do without you?
How could my memory sustain me?
How could this thorn remain inside me?
I was remembering and watching you at the same time.
I was dying and becoming inside the flames.
I was the man in the fire that is his beloved.