The room in the tower is dark

The room in the tower is dark.

But they illuminate each other's face with their smile.

They reach and grope like the blind

and find the other like a door.

Almost like children who are afraid of the dark,

that is how they crowd in on each other.

And yet they do not fear.

There is nothing that might be against them:

no yesterday, no tomorrow;

because time has collapsed.

And they are blossoming from its ruins.

He does not ask: "Your husband?"

She does not ask: "Your name?"

After all, they have found each other

to be a new generation for each other.

They will give each other a hundred new names

and take them away again,

quietly, as one removes an earring.