LOVE

Because of you, in gardens of blossoming flowers I ache from theperfumes of spring.
I have forgotten your face, I no longer remember your hands;how did your lips feel on mine?Because of you, I love the white statues drowsing in the parks,the white statues that have neither voice nor sight.
I have forgotten your voice, your happy voice; I have forgottenyour eyes.Like a flower to its perfume, I am bound to my vague memory ofyou.
I live with pain that is like a wound; if you touch me, you willdo me irreparable harm.
Your caresses enfold me, like climbing vines on melancholy walls.I have forgotten your love, yet I seem to glimpse you in everywindow.
Because of you, the heady perfumes of summer pain me; becauseof you, I again seek out the signs that precipitate desires: shootingstars, falling objects.