in the silent, sometimes hardly moving times,

when something is coming near,

I want to be with those who know

secret things or else alone…

I want to unfold.

I don’t want to be folded anywhere,

because where I am folded,

there I am a lie.

– Rainer Maria Rilke – Rilke’s Book of hours

from my body to your body

on its last voyage …

ageless waters that in you,

woman astray, are born.

come to my thirst …

it isn’t too late.

we can still die in each other’s arms:

this no-man’s land is yours and mine.

Woman …

poison, flame, absence …

bitter sea, I want to enter,

penetrate, cross you.

Each cell is female, open country …

– Jaime Sabines – “ My Heart embarks “