Seeing this photo you took of me
reminded me of when I was a deer
sensitive to the smallest change of air
defended by a thicket of bone.
and when I fled
I always found myself at home
because the forest seemed to have no end back then.
Now I find I am a woman
with a pack of invisible hounds at my heel
Now I will never lose you
in this interior forest
For I let slip my dogs to the call of your heart
and they will find you and tear apart
Any flesh that separates our souls’ communion
seeking endlessly our hearts’ reunion.