You were the pause between the words of all your lovers --
The syllable omitted blindly in your name.
You were the promise of your image -- you were hiding --
The lisp of your own voice, the shadow of your face.
Your silent seed fell down onto my tongue in autumn,
It slowly grew inside of me to speak --
I tuned my height of pitch to your low voice, I modeled
From my own flesh, your eyes and tongue and ears.
I feel now with one touch all parts of your new body.
Just with one sound, I hear all words of your
New voice. With only one long-longing glance I'm watching
Your newborn eyes in all their days of glow.