Camphorated Fortunes |
...and during that night
her intimacy stole
many camphorated fortunes
from the trenches of pitch-dark time.
She forced me to reveal
bygone stories,
my breast full of wounds,
and a stairway of my hidden temperatures
for climbing onto the roof of excitements.
She remembered
when beauty was a condition for love
and my heart was full of sparkle.
I too was her intimate friend!