the sleep

Gustaf Munch-Petersen: Naked Human

I love you not,

but I will come to you

one day,

when the wind hangs lazily high up above the sun,

like a child who has played itself tired –

 

I will come to you on the beach,

where the rocks lie like loose hot ashes on the water,

and the sea is like a pale green light,

which has been carefully poured over the earth –

 

that day you must lie like a wave,

out of whose clean foam

life has created your loins –

 

I love you not,

but I will come to you that day

and press my burning eyes

into your deep cool lap –