Poem XXXII

What is it in your eyes?
The warning of consciousness
The silent shout of an indignant soul
The tender buds of an invincible spring
The grandeur of a calm sea and
A fragile moment of intimacy.
I see myself there in repose
Cradled in your garden
And I fade into you
As a drowning man
Fades into the water
Expelling his last breath
So he can sink faster.