I write you in my body with the sighs of vowels,
The bones of consonants, the sinews of tied rhymes,
With the persistent blood of rhythm, the skin of silence,
My ears and eyes that keep your image and your sound.
And you are written in the sequence of my presence,
Encoded in the sudden movements of my lips,
Within the cobalt and the turquoise of my gazes,
And spelled anew in the Cyrillic of my sleep --
Your tender water scintillating with your laughter
Above the moveless resolution of your stones
In the Teutonic poetry of your unspoken vowels --
To place me as your signature below my words.