ANAESTHETISED: AND THERE is your body,
Your hands trembling. Your vulva.
The name that you bear, the keys
To the passing of time. Purples.
You transport – translate. You stammer
Certain wishes. Words. You are born from your
Own womb. You feel: something clothes
The exposed gestures of your nudity.
Not yet, the heaven you will open, nor the flower
Between your legs. Lips. Swim
Through the veil that hides Never – change:
Nothings in the drift of your dreams. Swim.
EN 
MK