Every morning you wait, br clothes, over a chair, br to fill yourself with br my vanity, my love, br my hope, my body. br Barely br risen from sleep, br I relinquish the water, br enter your sleeves, br my legs look for br the hollows of your legs, br and so embraced br by your indefatigable faithfulness br I rise, to tread the grass, br enter poetry, br consider through the windows, br the things, br the men, the women, br the deeds and the fights br go on forming me, br go on making me face things br working my hands, br opening my eyes, br using my mouth, br and so, br clothes, br I too go forming you, br extending your elbows, br snapping your threads, br and so your life expands br in the image of my life. br In the wind br you billow and snap br as if you were my soul, br at bad times br you cling br to my bones, br vacant, for the night, br darkness, sleep br populate with their phantoms br your wings and mine. br I wonder br if one day br a bullet br from the enemy br will leave you stained with my blood br and then br you will die with me br or one day br not quite br so dramatic br but simple, br you will fall ill, br clothes, br with me, br grow old br with me, with my body br and joined br we will enter br the earth. br Because of this br each day br I greet you br with reverence and then br you embrace me and I forget you, br because we are one br and we will go on br facing the wind, in the night, br the streets or the fight, br a single body, br one day, one day, some day, still.