I’m drenched
in the flood
which has yet to come
I'm tied up
in the prison
which has yet to exist
Not having played
the game of chess
I'm already the checkmate
Not having tasted
a single cup of your wine
I'm already drunk
Not having entered
the battlefield
I'm already wounded and slain
I no longer
know the difference
between image and reality
Like the shadow
I am
and
I am not
I desire you
more than food
or drink
My body
my senses
my mind hunger for your taste
I can sense
your presence
in my heart
although you belong
to all the world
I wait
with silent passion
for one gesture
one glance from you