For you to hear me
like the trail of seagulls on the beaches.
Necklace, drunken rattle
for your hands smooth as grapes.
And I see them so far away, my words.
More than mine are yours.
They crawl through my old pain like ivy.
They climb the damp walls like this.
You are the one to blame for this bloody game.
They are going to flee my dark refuge.
You fill everything, beloved, you fill everything.
Before you they populated the solitude you occupy,
and they are more used to my sadness than you.
Now I want them to say what I want to tell you
for you to hear me as I want you to hear me.
The wind of anguish still carries them away.
Dream hurricanes still sometimes bring them down.
You hear other voices in my pained voice.
Weeping old mouths, blood old supplications.
Love me, mate. Do not abandon me. Follow me.
Follow me, companion, in this wave of anguish.
But my words are dyed with your love.
You occupy everything, beloved, you occupy everything.
I'll make them all an infinite necklace
for your white hands, smooth as grapes.