I am (s)he that aches with love;
Does the earth gravitate?
Does not all matter, aching, attract all matter?
So the body of me to all I meet or know.
A night full of talking that hurts,
My worst held-back secrets;
Everything has to do with loving and not loving.
This night will pass.
Then we have work to do, painstaking work.
Then the swan opens its wings.