You grow in me with every sip of water,
With every scale I shed
And word I prove.
I can't escape you --
I'm your Holy Virgin.
Your touch is my invisible tattoo.
You hide in me --
I cannot reach your body,
And I am lost in playing hide-and-seek.
But I still know that
I am getting closer,
Because, with every loss, you grow in me.
The term will come --
The ninth month is September.
And had I found you or forever lost,
The tenth day of the month must make me ready --
At last, at least,
I will give birth