Now, afterwards, time hangs still
on our lips and we lie
with wide-open bodies and wonder
how to preserve each other. You, who put
your youth back on like socks, think in lists:
Always breakfast together.
Be ahead of him.
Frame his softest wrinkles.
Copy the wisdom from his face.
I just smile, check off the distant vistas
in your voice. You, my love, don’t need yet to know
that love is a mountaineer
on a sheer window, and that every failing
one day falls out of the china shop.
Tenderly I stroke your mouth that sums me up,
Becomes a warm, unforgettable anecdote.
Time keeps tying knots in our bodies.
From Night and Navel (2017); translated by Paul Vincent