I want to paint you poems full of fire,

you who I do not know.

Now my mind is tested with love which

twists and wavers from side to side and which

some day soon you may see...

I want you to cascade through ten thousand

rainbows with me and dredge mount

ains

from the sea:

you who I now begin to know.

But emotion is pent up inside,

too scared of dying again to live,

and meanwhile I must endure your

red-copper hair screaming like a

water-baby black eyes stare

from my ceiling:

you who I now truly know...

Now I cannot see too clearly

and already my trellis stands bare...

How can I break free of these overclinging

arms which entwine and enfold me?... And reach

to the clear blue sea?

I want you to know, but how can I

tell you? I want you to see

but my o

wn eyes are blind...

The Octopus now enfolds me,

I know you too well...

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