the earth: my pelvis
with its mountains, lakes and forests
with the stars rejoicing and the moon
shining softly on the water,
and you walking through the valley.
your breath moves me from
the heart of what we call our planet,
we hold each other dear, so gently
in the warm house of – I dare say – love,
trembling in the great winds with the walls.
you calm me, say, there is
enough wood for the fire
to keep burning night and day,
fire of being human, do I say, which is
so exposed in the gales of love.