The hair

He told me: "Last night I had a dream.

Your hair was around my neck,

it was like a black necklace

round my nape and on my chest.

"I was stroking your hair, and it was my own;

thus the same tresses joined us forever,

with our mouths touching,

just as two laurels often have only one root.

"And gradually I sensed,

since our limbs were so entwined,

that I was becoming you

and you were entering me like my dream."

When he'd finished,

he gently put his hands on my shoulders,

and gazed at me so tenderly

that I lowered my eyes, quivering.