In the core of the earthen lake.
In tadpole water they sit
or stand on souls, where
they finger a burnt lover waning.
We may never learn
but pray with pity: who
can know his pain, or can understand
the desolation? Now, now
Don’t shed tear, for broken heart
can condemn you wholly.
Selflessly boughten, is content,
for buried head is sleeping-
Now, presently. We remain solid on this crust
plainly breathless for how long is unknown:
But for today we two continue unhurriedly.
No wrong in our touch.
Blessed we give in and go onward to desire.