I want to paint you poems full of fire,
you who I do not know.
Now my mind is tested with love which
twists and wavers from side to side and which
some day soon you may see..
I want you to cascade through ten thousand
rainbows with me and dredge mountains
from the sea:
you who I now begin to know. But emotion is pent up inside,
too scared of dying again to live,
and meanwhile I must endure your
red-copper hair screaming like a
water-baby black eyes stare
from my ceiling:
you who I now truly know..
Now I cannot see too clearly
and already my trellis stands bare..
How can I break free of these overclinging
arms which entwine and enfold me?.. And reach
to the clear blue sea?
I want you to know, but how can I
tell you? I want you to see
but my own eyes are blind..
The Octopus now enfolds me,
I know you too well..