today I went down on your body br while windows were thick white eyes br and hearkened the clogged cavities br in the small darkroom of your chest, br hedging an eternity over the aching voice br from your gorgeous throat, br agony and exaltation flow in one divide br if I may make so bold, br your thighs are a loveword your hair br night's glittering lining of secret disport: br I aimed for the innermost moon br and rent, moved by the syntax and the slow br of sadness and of joy, so br I love you, love you so br br when the blinding comes, br the discomposure of silence, br it must be high up the hills br where hundreds of poor br stamp their feet in the dust, and drums br and woman voices like this ululating skyline br gag the final ecstasybr br Breyten Breytenbachbr br