Seeing you heals me.
Not seeing you, I feel the walls closing.
I would not wish for anyone else
such absence.



What keeps you alive without me?
How can you cry?
How can you know who you are?
How can you see?



Lost to no one who seems not care,
I feel pain, though even that is welcome
from the Other who demands everything I am.

If I withhold it for now,
as worthless, the asking is precious.



My love hides on the path where the love-thief goes
and catches that one by the hair with my teeth.
Who are you? the love-thief asks, but as I open
my mouth to say, he escapes into the desert.