I am the subdued carp of aquatic frenzy,
moored to your secret moon.

After the despairs of ecstasy,
I float in the blossoms of your dangerous calm.

Love sheathed, night a memory,
we are a single rising chest, a unison of silence.

What we were is slowly rousing.
But let it outreach us,

let it be a foreign thing we no longer recognise,
while we fade in the absence of dawn.